Monthly Archives: November 2013

Dirt Bikes over the years

Thanks to my Dad mostly, I had many great bikes over the years. Way back when I was sixteen and still in school I bought a Honda 90 street bike to get back and forth quickly instead of the long bus tour home. Great as it was to be able to get around cheaply, I still felt like a bug on the highway. I don’t remember what my top speed was, but it wasn’t enough to keep up with the traffic coming out of what was Streetsville at the time. I was always thankful to turn off the busy highway onto Derry Road West and then the Fifth Line.

Dirt-Biking Heaven

With the exception of the birth of my daughter, nothing in life has given me more joy than dirt-biking. My Dad introduced me to dirt-biking way back in 1978 when I went out West for a visit. He was so anxious to have me go biking with him that he bought a Honda 125 before I arrived. He knew I had ridden a street Honda back after I left school, but riding the street is totally different than riding off-road.

The Wake-up Call

For most of my adult life I have woken up at 6:00 am. Not 5:59 am or 6:01 am, but on the dot of 6:00 am. It is a phenomenon I have never understood, despite much research on the internet but with no answers.

When I moved out West back in 1993, traveling through Canada’s various time zones, I woke up at 6:00 am wherever I was at the time. For several months after arriving in Westbank and staying with my parents, sleeping on the beach, I woke up at 6:00 am despite the three hour time difference. When I moved to Panama, where the time zone is one hour different, I still awoke the first day at 6:00 am in the hotel I stayed at, despite having slept several hours on the bus trip from Panama City to Boquete. When I returned to Toronto in March of 2009 and stayed with my cousin I woke up at 6:00 am the very next day even though I had not managed a wink on the noisy bus to Panama City or the flights to Toronto on the same day.

Another confusing fact is that it does not matter what time I went to sleep or how much sleep I’ve had, even if I have napped during the day, fallen asleep watching TV or stayed up late. When I worked a factory job out West, starting at 7:00 am and finishing at 3:30, I would come home, have a couple of hours sleep, then go out, often not getting to bed until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, yet I still woke at 6:00 am.

Last night we put our clocks back one hour and one would think that I would wake up at 7:00 am, only yesterday what was 6:00 am, but this morning I woke up at exactly 6:00 am new time. How my body is aware of the one hour difference continues to puzzle me.

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