Moto Diary #8: Long road to Ottawa

The Idea

If I keep pushing distance, I'll put in the hours and get the experience I need to do longer trips. Multi-day at least. Multi-week? Multi-month? I don't know. I'm trying not to think about bigger goals, rather I'll just keep pushing higher and see where that takes me.

Thinking too big ends with me coming up with reasons why it'd be crazy. So why not just do something.

In any case, I had a good reason for at least a full day ride as I haven't visited my sister in Ottawa in awhile. I was due!

The Route

 The scenic route from Toronto to Ottawa

The scenic route from Toronto to Ottawa

I wasn't going to take the 401, that's boring but fast. I'd been trying to find a reason to head into the Muskoka region as well as the Kawartha lakes, but for quick afternoon round trips that's a bit far. But it was perfect for passing through on the way to somewhere else.

The basic route was shooting up North out of Toronto on the highway more or less to the end of the 404, then striking out East to the Kawartha Highlands. I'd ride up the Eastern edge of it, and take a nice winding road due East until I was practically above Ottawa, then I'd dip down into the city to my destination.

Starting out

6 hours and 15 minutes it says. Plus an hour and a bit for breaks, so I was estinating 7.5 hours. Not bad.

But unfortunately the day of I got a late start, and I didn't really hit the road until 11:30am. I was pushing it, but at least it was early enough to avoid any cottage traffic out of Toronto.

I blasted out of the city and immediately set to getting lost.


I didn't plan how to stay on course very well. I had the route noted on my phone, but I didn't have enough power to keep it tracking for the whole journey, so I basically didn't use it unless I was stopped.

Honestly I sort of wanted to get a bit lost, especially knowing that if need be I could always find my way back. I really think that my wayfinding skills have taken a big hit since GPS became a normal, everyday thing. It's easy to not think about where you're going. But I don't want to have to rely on it, so I should practice without it.

It worked out alright!

(Failing to) photograph

I didn't have a GoPro or mount, so I couldn't take any video while I was moving, where I knew the best views would be. If I wanted to take photos I'd have to identify a good view and stop on the side of the road.

To be blunt, I totally failed at doing this. I was trying hard to focus on the roads, the high speed of traffic, and where I was going. I identified good stopping points too late, I was nervous about stopping on gravel shoulders because I wasn't sure if I'd enter them too fast and skid (and potentially then lose my bike into a ditch), and traffic was all going between 80km/h and 120km/h.

My takeaway is that if I want good photos, I'll have to specifically research points of interest to stop at. I'll get better at stopping by the side of the road, but it'll take practice.

And in the end this trip helped me realize that at least.

The Ride

It was damned gorgeous, and I wish I could show people. It's a beautiful region of Ontario, and if you pick the right routes you'll see a few shallow valleys, beautiful lakes, and towering trees. I'll definitely do it again to explore more, and perhaps take less major roads.

One mistake I made was packing too lightly. I bought a nice mesh and textile mixed jacket that lets wind through really well, since most of my experience has involved stopping frequently in hot Toronto weather.

The jacket was perfect for the first 2 hours getting out of Toronto, but 3-4 hours in I was getting really, really cold. The skies became more overcast, I went through some areas mostly shadowed by tall trees, and it started to rain a bit.

I remember holding my second layer in my hand before I walked out the door and I thought "Nah, I'll pack light. It's a beautiful day." Whups.

Things that really saved me a lot of suffering: the wind guards on my grips. My hands got a bit cold, but it would have been wa worse otherwise.

I also have heated grips, but I'm honestly not sure about the effectiveness of them. They do heat the surface of my palms, but I'm not sure I feel it do much more than that. Sort of uncomfortable honestly. Your palms get really hot, but the back of your hand could still be gold. Hm.


I did get lost heading to Bobcaygeon, and instead of heading North East I somehow went way South East. I eventually realized I was running so late that I'd be racing the sunset, and I didn't want to be in Muskoka region after sunset with my limited lights and visibility. Another reason why I didn't end up stopping much.

By the time 4pm rolled around I was cold and worried, so I ended up hauling ass the rest of the way. I arrived at my sister's place at 7:30pm, with the sky darkening.

Great ride overall. The ride back 2 days later was pretty great too. I took a simpler route, sticking to highway 7 most of the way. Traffic was definitely worse, and once I hit Toronto again there was some serious gridlock, but overall still great.

Now to plan what's next!

Tough Mudder Toronto 2014

Tough Mudder Toronto 2014 Course Map

Peer Pressure

I'm easily peer pressured into events. My friends know this.

Two weeks before Tough Mudder Toronto I was convinced to sign-up (they had a discount code!). I did want to do Tough Mudder eventually, but I had always wanted to train up to it. But I also knew that thought process could just become procrastination, and never doing it. So why not just do it? What better time than after not running a single km in 2 months?

Fortunately I used to climb regularly, and if there's 2 things you need for Tough Mudder it's some climbing ability and cardio. Felt okay about the climbing part, and so I just went hardcore with running over 2 weeks until I got back up to doing 10km.

Tough Mudder is 16km, but I knew we were probably going to walk a lot so I felt decently prepared. It came up fast.

Tough Mudder

The forecast wasn't great. Mid teens, right around 15C, overcast, and strong likelihood of rain throughout the day. Nearly the worst conditions we could ask for in the middle of August.

The course in Toronto is also categorized as "Mountain". There are a variety of categorizations, as courses differ through the world, but this is Toronto's. I thought it'd be more hilly, but my teammates filled me in on the grim details.

It took place on a ski hill, and you end up running up and down various hills. Steep, long, and incredibly slick with rain ski hills. Even if I had trained up to 20k I wouldn't have been close to running this thing. It was nuts.

Start Line

First, we lined up for an hour in the cold before we could even register. The whole thing was a organizational disaster. By the time we were getting to line up some of us were already shivering from the cold, and the rain had already started.

Before you even get to the start line everyone has to scale a wall. I think it was 7 or 8 feet. I admit that it was intimidating, but also a smart move on their part. It's a solid ice breaker, and actually pretty easy once you do it, so once you do reach the starting line on the other side you're sort of amped up.

The start line is placed at the bottom of a ski hill, and once we were cleared to go the whole crowd of us started running. So much energy!

After a few minutes pretty much everyone had dropped to a walk in the face of the massive incline. One more smart move was placing a simple obstacle about 1/3rd of the way up, just climbing over a 3 foot high pipe. It sort of gave everyone an excuse to stop running, but with dignity.

The next obstacle that I remember was called the "Blades of Glory". It was a set of short walls that are set at an incline angled towards you. These walls were also perhaps 8 feet high, and again not too difficult, but doing several of them in a row was a good warmup.

The Mud Mile

But the first really tough obstacle was the "Mud Mile". This was another of the ice breaker variety, placed to just get everyone used to something. In this case it's being 80-100% covered in mud.

Repeating hills and troughs purely made of incredibly slipper mud, with the troughs filled to 5+ feet of completely opaque, muddy water. The scary part is that when you're about to slide down into it (8 feet down) you have no idea how deep it goes. If you slip, you submerge completely before you regain your footing. That means for a lot of people that muddy water pretty much blinds you temporarily, and it's a lot worse if you're wearing contact lenses, like some of us were.

I slipped once, and when I rose up I felt like JCVD in Bloodsport. Blinking wildly, arms out trying to see where the wall was.

As filthy as the Mud Mile is, it's also a great team obstacle since most people need help to get over each hump. It's just so damn slippery that getting a foot hold is nearly impossible. The rhythm seemed to be you get helped up, that person moves forward, and you turn around and help someone else up. All for one, one for all. Strangers or not, it was pretty fun (excluding my eyes feeling like they were being stabbed by tiny knives).

Brutal Weather

As we continued the weather only got worse. It went from a drizzle to pretty heavy rain several times, and by then we were soaked to the bone. Every strong breeze seemed to cut through us. The huge amount of extra precipitation loosened most of the ground making every hill pretty treacherous.

On every hill we had to climb the grass was completely slicked upwards with patches of just mud that was dangerously slippery. It was slow going and a huge burn on our legs.

But even worse was going down, as again the grass was slicked in the direction we had to go, there were large patches of every more slippery mud, and slipping could make you tumble down, potentially hitting difficult to see rocks on the way.

It was exhausting. Way harder than just running on flat ground.

It was so cold that when we did have level ground, we frequently opted to jog just to feel warm again, and even the level ground was going through deep mud and puddles sometimes a foot deep. That was the pleasant stuff!

Nevertheless we soldiered on.

Arctic Enema

We were nervous about this one. This is an obstacle that one of our teammates had tried last year (in May! At 0C!) which finally gave him hypothermia, causing him to drop out. So we heard it was bad.

Fortunately 15C is relatively toasty in comparison.

Arctic Enema drops you into about 5 feet of ice water, making you wade another 5 feet, and then duck/swim under a barrier (felt about 3 feet tall), and them coming out the other side. Completely submerged.

The ice bucket challenge doesn't seem so bad in comparison to swimming through ice water. Ice water that is also filled with muddy sediment so you can't see anything.

But all in all it wasn't bad! Once stepping out you suddenly felt pretty warm. At that temperature, while shocking, it wasn't dangerous. We got through it, took a team photo, and kept on moving.

The rest

There were several more climbing obstacles of increasing difficulty, with the most difficult being 12ft high, called the Berlin Wall. There was a 12 foot half pipe you had to run up and jump to a ledge as well, but usually to grab the hands of someone already on top.

There were a few easy ones too, like 2 people carrying a log for 5-10 minutes through the forest, and jumping over bales of hay.

In the end it was a hell of an experience, with plenty of opportunities for teamwork and camraderie. If the organization of the event was better I'd absolutely do it again.

I still might, but it's their clumsy organization that bothers me.

After the finish line

First thing to get done after the race is to rinse off in "the shower". At this point most are 95% covered in mud at least. Layers of mud are caking on. You gotta get some of it off before going anywhere.

The solution they provide is maybe 8 shower frames with a bunch of cold water hoses, and a crowd of people large enough that it looks like people raiding a grocery store at the beginning of the apocalypse.

I feel like we were in that line-up mess for 45 minutes, getting colder and colder.

Showering got us clean, but was also damned cold. That whole process was way worse than Arctic Enema.

At some point they also brought out a firehose, which some people cheered for, and I thought was horrible. I got out of there as it hit.

Took awhile for us to get a shuttle bus back to the parking lot as well since they said they couldn't get enough of them. Which is just inexcusable. They know how many people signed up, so this was just poor.


Glad I did it. It's a real sense of accomplishment. I think many people could finish it, and training really just alters how quickly you do it, and how much suffering you endure.

The 2 days after I was incredibly sore, and for the week after I was genuinely more tired all day. I also caught a cold, which I sort of expect was due to my body feeling weaker by being cold and soaked for 8 hours while exerting myself physically.

But I'd still consider doing it again. Nothing much like it!

Moto Diary #7: Forks of the Credit

Phew, that was a hell of a ride. Today had it's ups and downs, but still great overall.

Hatched a plan during the week to head North West to Caledon with my friend Rob, one of the few other motorcyclists I know (and my coworker). Looking at a map of great riding roads in Ontario, almost all of them are 1.5 hours out of Toronto. We found a cluster of about 3 points of interest nearby.

  1. Forks of the Credit
  2. Terra Cotta park
  3. Some regional backroads

Plan was to head to Caledon and hit all 3 in a row.

Met up at 8:30am at a gas station close to home, checked the air pressure on our tires (which I've never done before with this bike), headed up through some light Sunday morning traffic.

The city turns to suburbs, and suburbs turn to farm land. An hour later we found a small town coffee shop to take break at and to check the map again.

 Elevated area near Caledon. We could see a bit of the Toronto skyline from here!

Elevated area near Caledon. We could see a bit of the Toronto skyline from here!

With the route fresh in our heads we started to head out of the coffee shop parking lot, but then I got caught in some potholes, and while rocking myself out of them, dropped the damn bike. Fine, done that plenty of times. Just embarrassing.

But this time it didn't start afterwards. Electrics powered up, fuel injection worked, but the engine wouldn't start. After some googling, Rob found a video of a common issue with my model where a wire would get loose by the clutch handle. After he secured it a bit, I held my breath, gave it a shot, and it started up. Huge relief.

We got moving again and hit the Forks of the Credit soon after. We rode in staggered formation, as you're supposed to, and took turns leading. I was leading when we found the turn towards the Forks, and it was coming off a main road. I saw a gap in traffic so I went ahead, and slowed down after as I wasn't sure Rob would get through the same spot.

By the time I saw him turn in behind me, several others had turned in at the same time, and we were suddenly part of a cluster of 5 bikes, and I was in the lead position. Huh, slight pressure to not be a fool.

On we went through a beautiful forest with smooth, moderate turns. The whole path was gorgeous, I have to go back with a helmet camera.

When we finally got to the switchback I was feeling pretty good. Over the past month I've been trying to get a better sense of how far I can lean in turns, and this was a good opportunity to test myself a bit. The instructors kept sayign we could go further than we thought. When I hit the switchback at the Forks I leaned so far over that my highway pegs (extra footpegs mounted further forward so I can stretch my legs) scraped across the ground, freaking me out a bit. Did the same on a turn to the right.

Felt great though! The pegs stick out pretty far, so in the grand scheme of things I wasn't that far over. Pretty sure other bikes go as far and further all the time, but it was good for me. Thinking about removing those pegs though.

 Forks of the Credit (didn't take a photo myself, found one on Flickr). Photo by Michael Gil at

Forks of the Credit (didn't take a photo myself, found one on Flickr). Photo by Michael Gil at

This road attracts a lot of motorcylists, and as we got past that area we entered a small village looking area with a restaurant and some other buildings, and motorcylists were everywhere.

Funny how a great road that probably only takes 10 minutes to get through has built of a motorcyling community around it.

Anyways, while heading to Terra Cotta, on a routine stop sign and right turn, I dropped the bike at a slight decline. Which I've done 2-3 times before already. It's getting into my head a bit to be honest.

Unlike other drops, the decline tipped the bike further, leaking some fuel out, and breaking my front right turn signal. Goddamn.

My back signals work fine, but still really annoying. 5 minutes later I did it again, probably just because it was in my head again.

Sidenote: Just ordered replacement parts. Will try to put that stuff on myself, it's just a light so it should be fine.

We continued through Terra Cotta, mostly uneventfully, and somehow missed any of the badlands looking areas. Skipped the 3rd point of view on account of the ride being longer than we had thought, and my light being broken.

Cruised back to Toronto, got stuck in gridlock traffic near my place for the 3rd time in 3 days, but made it home.

After all was said and done it was pretty great. Yeah I have to replace a light, but totally worth the ride.

In a few weeks I'll be riding to Ottawa through some backroads, and hope to have a helmet cam set up by then. That'll be a test of how I handle longer trips (estimating around 8 hours or so). Looking forward to it!

Moto Diary #6: Other riders, tickets, and tippy toes

Since the last post I've rode a couple of times, mostly around downtown Toronto so I could actually get somewhere.

It's been alright! There's still some specifics I have to get better at, such as doing a tight U-turn. I have a really tall bike for a beginner which makes this a bit more difficult.

Last weekend I rode out to the Scarborough Bluffs to check it out, and to get some reading done somewhere nice. Got there early in the morning and saw a gorgeous view.

 The Scarborough Bluffs from above

The Scarborough Bluffs from above

Getting in formation

That same day when I was heading home I pulled up behind 2 other riders at a stop light. Looked like a couple, as they both had headsets on and were in a tight staggered formation. When they saw me in their mirrors they turned to wave and I waved back. I fell into position behind them and rode with them for about 5 minutes, and it was pretty cool!

There's a nice sense of community when riding. I'd say 4/5 bikers I've passed have waved or nodded to me, and I've gotten comfortable to do that same now. Doesn't matter what they ride.

Anyways, after not too long the other 2 went to turn at an intersection and I continued straight ahead. But that temporary group ride, without anyone actually speaking to each other, is really cool.

Realizing I'm not as tall as I thought

I only just realized today that I can't actually touch both my heels on the ground if I'm stopped, I'm actually on my toes. What I've learned to do is when I stop I immediately shift my body left on my seat so I can get my left foot all the way down, while my right stays on the peg. It's recommended that beginners be able to flat foot both feet when stopped. It probably leads to fewer drops.

I must have started doing that without realizing it, and having to learn that was probably what added to my first few drops over a month ago. The bright side is since that's normal for me, I should be able to deal with other taller bikes in the future.

Drop report

I've lost count of my drops at this point, but I did drop it once more today.

About to make a right turn onto a main road, and the road was downhill to my right. Didn't account for it when I stopped, and it tipped in that direction. Bit frustrating since I haven't dropped it in awhile, but it's a good reminder of how much of a beginner I still am. I've had one other drop in a similar situation a couple weeks back, so I gotta get used to that.

Going well overall though!

On Tuesday my M2 comes into effect which lets me on highways and out after dark, and I'm pretty damn excited for that. Gotta plan a day trip or something soon for August to get further out into Ontario.

Parking Ticket

Ah, one other lowlight of today was getting a parking ticket, which I'll be disputing. It was in a valid parking spot on the street, metered, but motorcycles are exempt as tickets tucked into a motorcycle tend to blow away or be just stolen. In the end it costs the city more money to manage disputes than they'd get from the tickets. This ticket clearly says it was for not putting a payment slip on my bike, so, definitely wrong.

And of course I'll be disputing this, which should be pretty cut and dry. It's a bit annoying that these rules aren't evident to everyone giving these tickets out.

Ah well. Never had to dispute a ticket, so that's a learning experience I guess!