Okay, so I promised part 2 of the new Beemer write up last week, but I got busy, then I got lazy and then I got drunk. No excuse really but then what ya gonna do anyway? Okay, okay, here’s the blurb .
Welcome to the fifth and final part of Team Frozen lake Dogs adventures at the 1998 Numb Bum 24 hour ice race.
It’s February of 1998 and Team FLD has run out of time. The Yamaha B-Whiz has been ridden on several frozen lakes, every team member has had at least 5 minutes on board and all that’s left is to get out to Fairview Alberta and race the thing around Hay lake for 24 hours …
With only two and a half weeks to go before the big race, Team Frozen Lake Dogs is just about to conduct final testing before shipping the beast westwards. All a bit last minute, but then this was one of the first CMG-sponsored events ever. Strange how nothing changes …
“The end is rapidly approaching.” This is what I heard from some, apparently divinely informed, likely stoned, gentleman (snowboarder?) as he traversed Yonge Street last night. I’m still not sure if he was talking to me about the Numb Bum, or whether he was simply referring to his own fate if he continues to play in traffic, but either way he’s right.
How does Team CMG fit into this? Well, for some reason we thought that it would be a good idea – perhaps it would even be fun – but most importantly, it’s for charity. So here begins the six-week quest for glory in the ultimate ice race …
The R1100S is the most powerful and lightest boxer yet, with a claimed maximum output of 98hp at 7,500rpm and a peak torque of 71ft-lbs at 5,750rpm, giving a max top speed of 226 Km/h.
Last week we brought you CMG’s definitive, authoritative test of three randomly-chosen cruisers, in which we confessed our complete lack of comprehension as to why people like you buy these things. Following are the personal preferences of the four people involved after riding the Harley-Davidson Sportster, Honda Magna, and Suzuki Marauder.
Returning to the land I’d given up just a few years ago in favour of my new home, Canada, I was given a typical English summer greeting of low overcast clouds and a chilly nine degrees Celsius as the plane descended from its sunny domain at 30,000 feet.
Otago Peninsula had spectacular mountain riding, with lots of sheep dotting the hillsides below us. John thought it was pretty funny to see 100 km speed limit signs on a twisty, narrow road full of hairpin bends and sheer drop-offs on either side, with no guardrails.