Great read, Cam. I remember well when my beloved Fastback 100, the most terrifyingly bad handling bike of all time, was stolen out of our carport in Penticton. I was totally dismayed and in abject disbelief. That bike took me throughout the South Okanagan on dirt roads, city streets, and the highway. With a basket on the front, it was even more unstable hauling newspapers but, damn it, I loved that bike. Speaking of trauma. As a naïve student at UBC, I used to hike down to Wreck Beach to smoke a gagger, not to peruse naked people. One day, I was horrified by the old fat guy wearing the sailor's hat and nothing else. Egads, that memory is hard to extinguish. I NEVER leave my bike unattended without my Kryptonite Faghettaboudit.
July 23, 2024, 12:46 p.m. - Hawkinsdad
Great read, Cam. I remember well when my beloved Fastback 100, the most terrifyingly bad handling bike of all time, was stolen out of our carport in Penticton. I was totally dismayed and in abject disbelief. That bike took me throughout the South Okanagan on dirt roads, city streets, and the highway. With a basket on the front, it was even more unstable hauling newspapers but, damn it, I loved that bike. Speaking of trauma. As a naïve student at UBC, I used to hike down to Wreck Beach to smoke a gagger, not to peruse naked people. One day, I was horrified by the old fat guy wearing the sailor's hat and nothing else. Egads, that memory is hard to extinguish. I NEVER leave my bike unattended without my Kryptonite Faghettaboudit.