George Jetson had it right; even in the opening sequence of the show his whirring air car portrayed the kind of congestion-carving nimbleness that any commuter who’s sat in a constipation of single-occupant, Yaletown-apartment-sized SUVs craves. While a flying car may be out of the question, a sleek solution with slick sci-fi styling and Euro-flair…
Author: N.J.
A Historic Ducati Moment in Bologna
Bologna, Italy – “This is factory is for some like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.” Truer words could not be spoken by Livio Lodi, in regard to our Ducati Factory tour, as our herd follows in Livio’s expository wake. Today though, the factory is more than a fun land of high-end components, slick paint jobs and…
Mr. Domenicali’s Opus 1098
Here is a name you should know, Claudio Domenicali. When it comes to selling off a few spare organs or checking the black market index to determine the value of your children this spring it’s likely going to be Mr. Domenicali to blame. That’s because as Ducati’s head of new product development Mr. Domenicali is being touted as…
Canadian Thunder Series: The Factory’s Race – Part III
Streamers of champagne arc and forth from the podium, and smarter spectators are ducking for cover as those on the box today, BMW’s Oliver Jervis and Michael Taylor, and Ducati Toronto team racer Paul Penzo, celebrate their victories. The racers are engaged in a congenial battle, the foaming vintage mixing with the drizzle. Amongst this…
Scoot-Touring the Honda Silverwing and Suzuki Burgman
Riding into Princeton the smell of fresh cut hay from roadside ranches wafts through my helmet’s vents. It is hot for June, after a sodden spring the sun is pushing the temperature to 34°C and the hay into midlife. It’s a combination of events that makes this early harvest and the accompanying aroma of fresh…
DNW2006: Ducatista Spirit Resists Drowning
Kent, Washington – “Any event like this can be a success on a beautiful sunny day,” says one fictional event organizer, “but it takes a special effort to do this in the wet. So we arranged to have Ducati Northwest 2006 on the only full day of rain this month. No breaks, no let ups…
Canadian Thunder Series: First Family of Thunder – Part II
It’s not that Brett McCormick is shielded from the Canadian Thunder Series’ maelstrom of strategies, tactics, politics and psychological plays. At 15-years old, racing’s figurative youngest son just seems set aside from it, the quiet kid in this sport’s raucous family. Everyone here seems to speak of “the Kid” with some sense of reverence. While…
Caveat Lector: Critically Reading Press Launches
The motorcycle manufacturer’s representative is very candid about the press launches, “Really, not a lot of riding gets done. There’s a day of track time, and then the next day three or so hours of street riding if you’re lucky. Often that’s lead.” Neil Graham, in “Confessions from a Press Launch” [April 2006 Cycle Canada],…
Canadian Thunder Series: The Anthropology of Racing – Part I
Ripped from the imagined pages of conglomerate run newspapers, a paragraph summary of the Canadian Thunder Series final would likely leave you drowning in a puddle of your own drool. “The Canadian Thunder Series, a series dedicated to air cooled twin motorcycles, concluded Sunday September 3rd, 2006 at Shannonville Motorsport Park (Shannonville, ON) with its…
BMW HP2: Teutonic ‘Tard
It’s 5:30AM in the morning and the BMW HP2 rocks to life. Throwing a leg over I’m instantly confronted with the unexpected – I’m 6″2′ and man this thing is tall, I can barely flat foot it. That’s not the only unexpected, this HP2 is shod in street rubber, a $2500.00 kit transforms the HP2…
Divorce and the VTEC VFR
Divorce has been on my mind of late, but it seems I’m not alone. Frederick and Hamel (1998), for whom the topic seems so all consuming, it has become work as well as past time, cautiously estimate that “almost one in every three Canadian couples (31%) who married in 1991 will eventually split up if…
Ducati Sport Classic – Sport1000 Speed Racer
My shoulders are molten slag, my wrists are twin torments worthy of the inquisition, the Rocky Mountain air has taken on a hypothermic edge, and rain torrents through my perforated leathers so hard it stings my forearms and my face. I’ve abandoned my long since fogged over visor; it’s become a detriment this night. Between…
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