Monthly Archives: October 2014

Building Air Cooled Death Machines.

shed shedd
As dusk sinks it’s teeth into the sky and street lights flicker to life, I felt very out of place. In a stripped out drift car, with one seat and a hornets nest buzzing under the hood. Creeping down a mid town neighborhood; with aged trees, cut lawns, and within ear shot of a hillside Victorian courthouse. It didn’t look like a place where the roar of air cooled cylinders tearing into the ambient air was common place and the sounds of 1970’s punk never stopped. Hell, I’m pretty sure it isn’t, I don’t see a mythical workshop, no barking rottweilers restricted behind barbwire fences, or dive bars and broken lead-sleds adding to the ambiance, just houses with new siding and vanilla vehicles, Hell I don’t even see any decent sized garages.
smoke compress
So I double check the address and make a phone call to get directions to the real place. The directions, impossibly, are correct. I must have been lied to, this house doesn’t even have a garage. I humor myself, pull on the hydraulic e-brake, turn off the master power, unbuckle my harness and take off the steering wheel to slip out of my sanctuary of burning tires.  “this shit better be worth it”
detail-yamaha tank
As I circle around to the average back yard everything still looks normal and my disappointment sets in, no garage just a house, cut grass and 20ftx10ft storage shed. A friendly face excitedly welcomes me, I cross into the yard towards the sided shack. Within 3 steps I was teleported into another world. I stepped into the junkyard, the museum, the dive bar, the pool hall, the underground concert…the workshop.
impervo patches
The smell of accelerants, aged wood, tools and that distinct scent of “grandpa”  mixed with the dry heat of a fire was just right. Once the door closed I wasn’t in a city neighborhood I was in a cozy cabin on a farmyard …I was somewhere special. It was overwhelming the amount of things to observe and look at, everything has history, a story, and prestige, every corner is stuffed with amazing finds and vintage atmosphere.
moped shopbike
But this wasn’t some untouched room from the past, this was a living, breathing factory, nothing was setup or on display it is just the result of good taste, ingenuity and adventure. Things don’t stay the same, nothing in life does, the harder we try to stop the change, the less personalty and warmth is left. The racing helmet from 40 years ago will be worn, the engine from a farmers field will be fired, the hand stitched canoe will be portaged, and the 60 year old bikes wheelied down the street. Things are rebuilt, reused,recycled, every moment and experience adding to the history and story of the material.
honda mctank

Restored, perfect and on display are all fine and those objects have their place. People try desperately to stop time, match all the numbers and never see one blemish in the paint of a vehicle from yesteryear. That is not what this place is about. I feel removed and belittled at a museum, here I feel my imagination can run wild, and it does, you feel the quality of a archaic production techniques and the aroma of its past. A race car is a very different object before the race than its form after. That post-use appearance and imputed information is what build the presence, attraction and prestige.
blinachi snowshoes
Modification and personality bleed into every object in this place. Not adhering to the rules, standards or any outside thought. Just friends finding and using what is around to make what we want, whether it is cool to anyone else or not. The materials are unique and sometimes rare, but almost always rescued after being given up on, being discovered from a garage sale, junkyard, dump or traded for a case of beer around a fireplace.
bratt detail-deck
Imagination is fueled by buddies, inspiration comes from the stories and experiences shared and all of the energy creates innovation along with some bad ass solutions. Some things downright don’t work, but some things do. Fun is always had along with way too many beers, maybe the beer is the reason for the bad ideas, but I think group excitement is what I will officially blame it on.
beer mc
 Sean McAuley is the heart of this Saskatchewan gem. A eccentric, resourceful and passionate individual, always down for a good time, to share his treasures and talk about the past, present, or future. Then lay down some rubber and blast off, not sure if the air cooled death machines are the focus or if it is the friendship, either way never judge a shed by its siding.


Kamloops, Photoshop and Crohns

Well the last few weeks have been interesting. Went on an amazing trip to Kamloops with friends and shredded bikes on big dirt jumps, a new discipline for me. Ended up pulling my back out and rolling my ankle, among other small injuries, but the trip was amazing. The weather has really started to effect my health as well. Crohns disease is really taking a come back as well as seasonal depression. I’m hoping to find sponsorship to ride at Joyride 150 for November and rent a place in Markham for the month, but my body might not heal in time also finances are shit, motivation is also lacking. Although my life may seem full of fun, I work very hard to keep my health and defeat my disease everyday. It takes so much energy to get out of bed, let alone be active and push a body that does not function. I find my limits very quickly and my body gives out in injury very often, but I will take self caused injury over uncontrollable disease every day, and I do. It may look like my travel, cars and biking are all a dream come true but the reality is, doing things I have absolute passion for is the only way for me to continue fighting what goes on inside of me. The rush and freedom of a bike, the complication of a vehicle or the feeling of a new experience let me take a break for a small moment from what seems an eternity of struggle. I never wanted easy life or expected to need a break, pushing my limits makes me who I am. Life never goes to plan but the amount mine has strayed has been a blessing and a curse. Right now I’m reminded of the curse.
Alfa Romeo GTA

To me life is about balance, everything has it; dark and light, good and evil, spring and fall, happiness and sadness, also adventure and struggle. As much fun as things may look, the opposite and equal challenge is there as well. I would say for most people just the fear of hitting a 20ft jump on a kids bike, learning to fight every instinct, just on the insane runway of new terrain, would be enough of a mental challenge to balance out the adrenaline rush. Never mind to pull back for a flip, but put it on pause right as you pull to concentrate rotating the tail of the bike around, catching your feet back on the pedals, then continuing the flip, spotting your landing ,preparing, and touching down. For me doing a backflip tailwhip isn’t the hard part, its a challenge of course but it is enjoyment ,even with the crashes and pain.
N/A Miata

I know I can be hurt more and be destroyed more by my own bodies functions. If I crash and break my leg at least I was the one to do it. I was in control and I made the wrong movement that resulted in the injury. The injury wont hurt even close to the amount I can handle and have experienced while laying in a hospital bed with my own immune system trying to obliterate my intestinal tract. The challange that balances out the biking for me is; the medication, the side effects, the food, the feelings inside, and the lack of energy. I have found if I throw enough raw humor, adrenaline and fears at those symptoms of challenge, those challenges momentarily disappear and that is why I live the way I do. Now even to me it seems so silly, I need to ride my bike all winter or be in a warm climate, not because I need a vacation but because my body literally wont let me keep my health in the winter. The winter is effecting my health exponentially with the lack of sun and temperature. It would be a dream to ride my bike in California everyday…yet it is not going to be a dream because if it set as a goal another goal will be chosen for me, the goal will to be to climb out of a bed a brush my teeth once every few days while hooked up to an i.v. and putting my family and friends through worry, pain and empathetic depression themselves watching helplessly as my body destroys itself.
620 Datsun truck

I’m going to try and keep trying until it works. I will never stop, Im just hoping the help I never ask for comes along soon. I’m not ready to monetize Rii and do not have the store of motivation to produce products yet, it will come when its time. Not put off because of laziness or lack of vision but because of lacking health, Something very hard to reveal and explain to someone healthy. Right now Im distracting myself and learning to use Photoshop, which has been amazing at distracting myself from the spiral of depression until my doctors can figure out a solution to restore balance in my mind. So enjoy a nice mtb, hardtail, and bmx edit from my trip, along with some of my recent photo shopped Rii cars.