The 2006 Suzuki GSX-R 600’s engine howls like a horde of banshees in the throws of heat as we blow by the parked “unmarked” police cruiser.  I’m pushing my luck this third time past the same dark blue sedan.  The first two times I made a pretense of being legal, but both the cop and…

Last time we saw a visage such as this it was likely being chased by villagers brandishing pitchforks and torches.  Yes, the V-Strom 1000 is an ugly Frankenstein’s creation of components, but it’s powerful, surprisingly agile, and underneath its dubious styling is a valiant spirit capable of carrying you to the some of the more…

Kicked back in the chair of a Whistler coffee shop with its trademarked mermaid logo, she and I look on across the parking lot at the 2005 Suzuki Boulevard C90T.  The bike handily filling a majority of the parking stall, it stands out glaringly, and even now men stop to point and watch – you…

“Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.” – Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) It’s clear now Suzuki could have saved a lot of weight on the 2005 GSX-R 1000.  At 203kp/h the bike is gently and repeatedly kissing the rev limiter; the intake howl and engine sound wondrous, like a…

This is special in an odd way nostalgic; the Suzuki Bandit 650 S ABS has guided me down memory lane like reminiscences with old friends.  Every one has a first bike, and then a real first bike.  The Bandit ‘96 600 S was my first real bike and it’s here on the road to Port…

It’s 6AM and I’m foot down through pre-rush hour traffic in Victoria, B.C., which is to say that I’m alone save for the occasional police cruiser and public transit. It’s the kind of day that I normally dread at the “day job”, a code drop for a major product, and as I do my best…

“Be a little careful on it, it’s fresh out of the crate.”  Indeed looking at the odometer the SV650N was showing a mere 0.3km on the “dial”. That mileage made the SV650 as it was delivered to us, a newborn naked bike.  Now, despite us carrying the reputation of being Moto-Journalists, we’re giving the engine…

The smell of pine and mud hangs in the warm late summer evening air, south of Manning Park on Highway 3.  It’s a perfect motorcycling moment… that falters the moment you realize the smell of mud is the result of bridge construction, that the road has veered suddenly, and that the temporary Bailey bridge’s surface…

I’ve just hit 10,000 RPM and the GSX-R 750 has gone all Mr. Hyde on me.  It’s gone from a pleasant pull to this blaring, manic, mad, howling kind of savage.  Now this can also be said of the recent crop of 600s, but the 750 is better.  Like a 600 you really get a…