This fall myself and five of my brothers travelled from Toronto to Vancouver, four of us on motorcycles. My hands were full of throttle and not cameras; but enjoy a few photos and 16mm movie goodness HERE.

I can’t take credit for a lot of this footage, Benny was often running the camera. I shot some, and this is a quick edit I put together. Motorcycles are a beautiful thing.

I believe the idea began with my brother Stephen. With the end of highschool in sight he must be dreaming of freedom from the stupid teenage trends, clueless teachers, and those drawn out classes that never seem to finish. They will finish Steve. Education is important, but I remember the feeling. When dreams are visions of blasting down open highways on an old motorcycle, the classroom feels terribly small. So open highways and blasting down them is excatly what we’re going to do, all the way across Canada. And not only Stephen and I, but Benny, Christian, and Dan as well, with Jody and our Dad joining us for a few days. It will be a Hellzenga extravaganza of motors rumbling between our knees. The journey is scheduled for August, but the adventrue begins now as I restore my old Honda here in Vancouver, and Stephen restores his, out in Ontario.

My 300 dollar super-sport is up and running!

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