Welcome to part one of the CMG big-arsed scooter test (hmhhh, I wonder how many times I can say that?).
I wake up at 7 a.m. I’m in a motel room with a freshly showered Mr. Seck doing the wakey-wakey chant. Then comes the realization that I’m about to embark on a 12-hour endurance ride around the back-end of northern Ontario in search of obscure clues in obscure places for some kind of obscure pleasure. Welcome to the Blackfly Rally – 12 or 24 hours of non-stop riding to test man and machine with no plausible reason other than to ride … a lot.