Bob and I used to ride motorcycles together. He’s owned a motorcycle
almost as long as I’ve known him. In keeping with his love of classics, he
still owns the immaculate (1975-76?) Kawasaki KZ 900 he’s owned since it was practically new.
Back then, that bike was considered one of the “superbikes”, boasting about
85HP. Jump ahead thirty years, and motorcycle technology has come a long way. These
days, the bikes are all sprung with high tech mono shock suspensions, come equipped
with powerful anti-locking disc brakes, and much
more powerful motors. Even the smaller four cylinder bikes would probably beat
Bob’s classic KZ900 off the line. I bought my first of two Yamahas, in the mid
80s, largely because I got tired of riding
on the back of Bob’s bike. I enjoyed our motorcycle adventures, and while we never made any
Easy Rider trans-continental road trips, we did take some memorable day trips.
During my motorcycle riding years, I put about 14,000 miles on the two bikes I
owned. I only remember one minor mishap in all the years I rode (I dropped
my bike at low speed once when I hit a gravel patch turning into our driveway).
I haven’t been on a motorcycle in twenty years, although I am still licensed to
ride one, and these days, it becomes less and less likely that I will buy
anything two-wheeled that does not require me to peddle. or push. Bob is a far more
experienced rider than I, but even he has slowed down a bit. Last summer, there
were several stories on the news about the preponderance of serious motorcycle
accidents involving senior riders in the Greater Toronto Area. Aging baby
boomers, intoxicated with the illusion of freedom that motorcycles represent,
buy fast, powerful bikes, often their first motorcycles, only to find out the
hard way that motorcycles require much more hand eye coordination than cars. Defensive
driving takes on a whole new meaning once you start driving around the city in
a motorcycle. That was the deal breaker for me. When I married Shauna, and moved up to Toronto, I quickly learned it is not a place I wanted to ride a motorcycle.
After we walked around the show for a few hours, we decided to head over
to the Ripley’s Aquarium, situated near the CN Tower. I do not recall ever having
been to a big aquarium before, and I’d recommend this one to anyone visiting Toronto. It really is spectacular. Finally, we stopped and had dinner downtown, and then
walked back uptown to where we were staying. Walking up Bay Street from
downtown, I could not help noticing how much Toronto has changed in the past
year. Almost overnight it seems as if seven or eight new high rise condo
buildings have sprung up, and my apprehensions about change visited me once
again. While I do not consider myself over the hill just yet, I had just spent the
day with my former drinking buddy, looking at fast
motorcycles neither of us had any intention of buying, and I was now walking
through a city I’d lived in for over 15 years, but now hardly recognized. Am I any
wiser than the thirty-something that once pegged his Yamaha Radian at 115 MPH?
Perhaps, a little. Certainly I am more uncoordinated, a little more
forgetful, and definitely more cognizant of my mortality. As I watch the high rises spring up around me, seemingly as I
walk up Bay Street, I wonder, am I keeping pace? Bob says we should get tee
shirts printed up that read: “Ape Shit at Eighty!”
Maybe that old saying is true: "slow and steady wins the race."
Maybe that old saying is true: "slow and steady wins the race."
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED