and Happy New Year too!
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From the category archives:
Personal
Reluctantly.
There’s a fee for cancellation, unless you tell them you’ve moving out of the country – which I did. Forewarned is forearmed.
Why did I cancel? Because of this little beauty. The Myine Ira isn’t vehicle-portable, but I don’t consider that to be a problem. I never used xm on the motorcycle anyway.
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There was a time in my life when, as a pre-teen (can I describe myself as once having been a pre-teen? Probably not, given my age.), and then as a teenager, I read anything I could get my hands on. I remember [...]
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those who served in Canada’s Bomber Command.
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I like to ride long distances when I get out on the road. Stopping to eat in a restaurant is a real treat during those times, but it eats up time when I’d rather be out on the blacktop making distance. I like to get on the road early and put in at least a [...]
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Quite happily, there were no injuries of any kind to anyone. Beyond that, there’s not much to report.
A little smoke filtered through to my place, but didn’t permeate every room, since I had closed all of my doors before exiting. I’ve already dusted and vacuumed furniture and floors and done all that I want to [...]
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Last night, the peace and quiet of my wonderful abode was disturbed by a fire alarm and the smell of smoke coming from next door. Accustomed as I am to cockpit alarm bells and horns ringing, and a requirement to solve the problem in order to have them cease and desist, I grabbed my goodies [...]
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You know you’re getting old when some of the equipment you used to fly in another life is being prepared for a permanent aviation museum display.
I’m actually quite thrilled to have played a small part in helping to mature helicopter aviation in Canada.
During year two of my aviation career, I assisted in the overhaul and [...]
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My feet have been itchy for months now as I’ve watched the summer riding season north of 49 hurry past me like closing time at one of my favorite bars in a past life. Now the rush is on to pick up something, anything, before the lights dim for one last time and I am [...]
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