So, what you have here Is an event where those who didn't make it on to the Fast and furious set, made their own up and decided to spend oodles of cash souping up generic brands from the sublime to the ridiculous. OK! So your 19 and you want to a "ludicrous speed button" on your dash board. If you’re lucky enough to have the kind of pesos to buy one already made especially for you, i.e.; Lamborghini or Ferrari then you are set. If you are not amoungst the coveted 1%'rs, you do the next best thing. Go on Kijiji, buy an old Honda Civic and beg, borrow or steel the $100,000 you need to make it look somewhat decent. Most of the guys there were doing their best to have their "look at me moment", but the reality is. It’s all a bit faff. Maybe I'm too old, but I can remember the time I souped up my 1972 Ford Cortina GT, only to have it blow up in my face one to many times. After replacing three transmissions and one too many clutches and starter motors, The game for me was over. You try telling these kids that though, this is their passion. So it's a bit pointless telling them that what they are doing is a bit silly. I don't have too. The parent in them in ohhh 20 years will be doing all the talking. Dad's just don't get it. Yes well do actually! we all did it, when we were your age in fact. Thing is, we just grew up. Just because Paul Walker (Rest in Peace) did it, that doesn't mean that was the beginning. This started many many years before that. So I may put the boy racers down a bit, but I am allowed. I was one.
So, changing to 2nd gear. Speaking to the owner of a Lamborghini, which incidentally he looked like he was about 25. So either he has rich parents or sold a .COM business when he was 12. It doesn't matter, jealously is not in my character. I was curious as to why he told me he always drives the speed limit. I'm not sure if he was being honest or careful. Thing is, if you are buying a Lamborghini and only want to drive the speed limit! What’s the point, you may as well just get a "Car to Go" membership.
Personally I think a little bullshit fell out of his mouth. But that's OK. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters here were the kids, their toys and what they achieved. It’s really something to be proud of. So, after raking you all over the coals, just know that I was there once and I know the feeling. Just remember to take it easy and drive the speed Limit, just Like Mr Lambo............
Heath Cox Editor Intouch.NEWS
How do you sum up the numbers and come up with the the correct answer, when it comes to mans favorite pastime. Well, for some of us it does include ball bearings. Not the kind you press into a shotgun casing, but ones used in a wheel hub assembly or a universal joint. Our love of cars continues, with an all out ensemble of fenders from Ford's to Ferrari's.
OK! so the vast majority now all seem to look the same, from plastic dashboards to headlights, car companies now seem to swap parts with each other and make it seem new and improved. Gone are the days, when you had to push a button to make it work. It's all storks and sticks. Men love to push and turn buttons. Have you ever seen anything more sexier than a dashboard on a series one E type. Exactly! ... So we have a few differences from last year, but on the whole nothing has changed. We see the same cute girls splashing out quip's about perfect weight distribution and turbo lag reduction. The reality is, they couldn't explain what torque is anymore than I could, or you could for that matter. Maybe It just sounds better coming from a size two "super" model. I was somewhat impressed with the Ford driving simulator. It was a bit over the top and unnecessary, but the kids enjoyed being Tom Petty for 5 minutes.
Everything here seems to trundle along like we're all stuck in a playground zone. Every Acura looks the same as every other Acura. Except maybe some have a fatter ass than others. Things were becoming as interesting as a rented apartment, that was until we got to the Aston Martin - Bentley arena. There is something about sitting in one of these that makes you feel uberly important. Yes I have leather seats in my car, but the seats in a Bentley!!! You have just entered a world where few will have the pleasure of the real ultimate driving machine.
It's like sitting in a channel handbag! The interior is a place that transforms you and instantly turns you into a one percenter. It's like putting on a Tom Ford. You feel smarter, you look smarter, suddenly everyone is looking at you. It's the same with the Aston. Once inside, clutching that thick carbon laced steering wheel, your whispered off to a place of grandeur. After many thank you's and hand shaking, we took ourselves to, well. What else, of course. The house of Mr Balboni's home turf. Lamborghini. Yes they were big and brash, but I have to be honest, the Lamborghini's that I grew up with had no windows, just cat flaps with a stick shift. These were my pin up's. I somehow can't see myself putting up an Aventador on my wall. Maybe I'm well past the sell by date on wall posters, but the lambo's of today seem to have lost that bedroom image. I know they cost more than most second homes and yes they still have those silly doors, but I look back at the Aston and I'm sold every time. When the brand manager of Rolls Royce invited us in. We clocked eyes on the Phantom and thought, no; there is no way we will ever get this close. Well, as it happens, we did. Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water, as they say, this 20 foot monster steps in.
Lord in heaven, as a motor car this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Mercedes and Audi. You may as well pack up your suitcase right now and head back to fatherland. OK, so BMW took hold of Britain's most prized possession and welded together the strongest aluminum body in the automotive world, thanks for that at the very least. After that the Brits took over and did what they do best. Apart from drinking lots of tea and having to find new Careers since Maggy closed down all the pits. The Brits still have the talent to put together, what is simply the finest car money can buy. Options are endless. So, If you have deep pockets, this is where you stop looking and place your order. So to are the Ferrari's. I have to be honest here too, the Ferrari's of today do look amazing, but they seem to have lost that 60's sex appeal. Think about it. There is nothing sexier than a testarossa or a P4/5. I'm not talking about the square place mat you find in Miami vice, I'm dating back to the world when designers used Marilyn Monroe as inspiration, not a Mach 2 jet fighter. The worlds designers now have moved on to aerospace technology and materials from Mars. It's seems that that molds used to make the DB5 are now extinct. While I am happy to see companies like Eagle have a bash. It saddens me that the rest of the world doesn't share the same opinion. The mood now is cup holders and hockey bags. You just know when your best friend gets married and his wife punches out a couple of kids, the minivan is where your heading. What a shame that is! We still have lots of somewhat attractive looking cars out there, but Dodge thought, I know, let's take away his manhood and offer up something so sad, it makes you feel you had a level 10 lobotomy. Let me put it this way, when I was 9. We had 6 in our family, we got by with a rover P5. "And we had a dog". We went all over Europe. Yes we also had cup holders.
I guess we have one saving grace. I once saw a 12 year old putting her soccer shoes into the back of a drop dead sexy black continental GT. I agree not everyone can afford one which is a shame but we should have more options available to us.
So, moving on. There we were, looking at what I call Gods creation. The absolute best in engineering to date. If allowed we should have been on hands and knees, as we are certainly not worthy of the P1. Some of the worlds best brains got together and produced the finest wine and carbon fiber soufflé man has ever made. So why did this 12 year old beside me waffle on about the prancing horse and how much better they are. Why, well cause he is 12 and knows only two things, how to play call of duty at home and how to tell people at school how good he is at call of duty. Oh the joys of having teenagers! They know everything. So. People of Fiat, Acura and Honda. When you next decide to design a car, think of Dita Von Tess, not a dinner plate. I know which one can go through the air faster, but I know what I would rather look at.
Heath Cox. Editor intouch.NEWS
Everyone has seen the funny memes on the inter world web, you know, pictures of the silly mistakes people made. Filling coke cans in Pepsi machines, the quip at the bottom, you had one job. Well the application forms for just about any job doesn't say that anywhere. Why not, it should, as for most of us have one job; in a roundabout speaking sort of (not really) way. If you're a policeman you send people to jail for robbing old ladies of their pension fund. If you're a captain of a ship, you make sure that when you leave port, you make it to the other end, hopefully with the same number of people on board. If you’re a pilot, all you have to do in your career is learn simple mathematics, by that I mean the number of take offs you do in life should equal the number of landings. Tally them up all together at the end of the week and the number should be the same. From Tom Jones to Michael Bolton to Janet Jackson, their one job is to entertain. Though Mr. Bolton, please next time, remember the lyrics. The anthem of your home country should be tattooed on your medial temporal lobe. So next time, when you're given one job, try to remember it.
I think the only people that have multitasked job status are mothers. I'm not going to run off a paragraph in detail, just ask one.
So all that brings us to the Harlem Globe Trotters. They applied, went through the try outs, got accepted. Now they have returned to our great city also with only one job.
Let me tell you. These guys don't do it well; they do it very, very well. They took on the audience and wowed them all. I looked up through the stands (well seats) and all I saw were smiling faces. Somewhere during the evening there was a basketball game, though I may have missed it. I waited years to see the Harlem Globe Trotters, and I am so glad I got the opportunity to see them live and through a lens. Not only did they bring on the little kids to shoot hoops, but they also gave kind words of encouragement as they grow up in life.
90 years they have been doing this. I can just only imagine what the 100 year spectacle will be. If given the chance and they come to Calgary again, I would be honoured to watch them, for they belong here, they belong everywhere. They have a message of love, laughter and dreams. They also remember; they have one job, this they can never fail at.
We all thank you for coming back to Calgary, for we are truly blessed. Big shout out to Ruby Ramirez, for the privilege of allowing us into your world. Also, we would like to thank the security, for no one seems to ever give them a mention. Also would like to thank the All Stars. For it seemed no one was cheering for you. But without you, the Boys and girls of Harlem would have no one to play against.
You are all in inspiration to us all.
Heath Cox. Editor. Intouch.news
The time, where you cozy up upon your lazy boy, grab the switchy box and settle into a night loitering between and Netflix, Crackle and You-tube. As you ditched your cable, the up and down buttons on your remote have become pretty much obsolete. Now you’re fondling genre’s like it’s 1979.
As of this moment, people across this province are calculating their losses and uploading Skidoos on Kijiji.
So were on a downturn, as you still have enough for Spotify and a parking spot. You are one of the lucky ones so far. Not to worry, we have all seen this before, so when the Economy tanks, which it has, there is only one way for it to go now. So be patient. Once all the big guns have let everyone go, they will be bringing them back and we all will bask in wakesetters again.
So Google just sent you a little note telling you to put your slippers away, grab your trilby and head on over to Heritage park for the Pastry Chef Showcase 2016. Time to put your culinary gear into 1st and prep your palette with the finest breads and pastries’ on offer.
Some of Canada’s best will be on the culinary dance floor, doing the tango with butter knives and cookie slicers to create art in real life. This is what dreams are made of. The wine and cheese displays were plentiful, so tuck in, but leave room for the creations coming to life before you.
To Start with we have the Ranchman’s club served up a delicate Apple caramel tower, a sautéed apple with an orange mascarpone filling, garnished with an apple mousse and a toffee Gelee spoon.
The second dish on the list was an upside down pineapple cake drizzled in olive oil, coupled with a honey yogurt mousse and served with Rosemary guava gelato. It was delicious.
Of course there had to be a winner. This was created by Melissa Burt, Rebbekka Lenz, Elynne Poisson and Peter Nowicki. Together they enveloped the Mayor Lemon vanilla bean mousse, a basil sponge on top of Streusel cookie.
Hotel arts offered up a milk chocolate mousse, which was to die for. As for the number of plates 300 was not enough for the 45 minute event.
The winners enjoyed a $1500 win to share amongst themselves.
All this for the benefit for our friends with developmental disabilities. Thank you L’Arche Calgary, for putting together this wonderful event. I thought I was quite happy with my slippers and 46 flat screen. Next time, I will bring friends. Thank you to Heritage Park for the venue and a big thank you to all the sponsors. In the middle of this downturn, it’s nice to see sponsorships still willing to lend an offer of support.
Heath Cox Editor InTouch.NEWS
If they put out a ballot at the entrance with 2 boxes, one marked "too loud!", the other, "louder please!". I would be in the minority. It was a heavy rock concert after all, so what was I doing there? A middle aged wrinkled face who preferred a chilled glass and Tony Bennett in the backdrop. Well we invited ourselves so it would be impolite not to go. I have to be honest it was a pretty good event. When I was 19 I got a little beer paying job working at the saddledome. I worked for some obscure little unknown security firm. That itself wasn't interesting, but the job of working in the pit and backstage has it's own merits. Well free concerts really. Rod Stewart, glass tiger, ACDC. Iron Maiden, Whitesnake, Def Leopard and well, yes. Kenny Rogers. These were just a few. Oddly enough, no one rushed the stage when Kenny walked on.
My good friend at the time was working back stage, checking to make sure everyone had the proper accreditation. If your the lead singer however, you are exempt from wearing the coveted pass. Least, those of platinum Blonde thought so. My trusted friend did what he was told to do and the lead was promptly thrown out on his ear and that was the end of that. Of course 20 minutes roll by and he notices people running around like headless chickens. It wasn't until someone asked him, "have you seen Mark?". "Who????" Well the lead singer was pounding on the exit door to no avail. That was until he said " what? this guy!". Opening the door. He was bemused and my friend received many shoutings. He was after all, doing what $7 an hour got you back then. The whole show was about to come crashing down. All because he thought he was better than everyone else. So. Lead singers of the world. Wear your badges!
If you want peace and quiet, go find some little home grown Italian diner and enjoy the ambience. If you want to ruin your kidneys. Go to the ballroom at Macewan Hall on the university grounds. Stand by the huge speakers and wait for the lyrics.
Big hair was back. Guitars wailed out tunes, the leads of both bands were howling at the moon, probably loud enough to wake up Scott Kelly. The fans were getting more and more jumpy upy. Then as the intermission ran its course, those lucky enough to sneak a bit of Ganga through security were enjoying their "puff puff pass" on the patio. After all. It's a rock concert. The mind altering effects were taking full effect as more and more were leaning more than they normally do. It's always funny to see fans air guitar. I thought that died off in the 80's. Well it's still here; alive and kicking. I didn't understand the song words, but people were singing along. I thought you only did that at when Michael Bublé showed up.
The "pit" was their in full security mode. The part I love, is knowing I can stand between the crowd and the stage and get up close to the action. I saw a sign that read. "NEXT TIME YOUR OUT!" I gather this is for the yellow jackets who don't have to open their limited word vocabulary. It's all there, In black and white. So presumably, if you lark about, you get these 4 pre written words yelled at you. Not sure what happens next?
Panties were being thrown too, I guess that's better than beer cans. I'm not sure why someone would throw away a good pair of underwear. It's not like they know where they came from. But then again, this isn't a place to bring your granny out. This is for demons. This is fuelled by hairy chested Jean cut offs. So if you do see a ballot box and you drop your slip in the "too loud" box. Go home, you're not welcome. To the rest; Play on and play it loud!
Heath Cox. Editor. Intouch.news
Calgary has its own history you know, those that paid attention in social studies class would know that the name of our great city didn’t start with the namesake from Scotland. If only the Colonel of the North West Mounted Police had not stopped for the night, we would have probably never been born. Whiskey Traders would have been able to roam free and the warm Chinook winds would have probably have been missed. Maybe, Leo would have something to write about.
Just think, when Guy Weadick and his wife rolled into town, Guy thought, uhm, this is a good place to have steer races. Add a few bull riding events some chuck wagons and voila. The greatest show on earth is now a part of our annual diet.
We just love the Stampede. It’s not just us prairie types you know, People come from all over the world to see what we get up too. Lammle's western duds work overtime, just so we can look the part and tip our ten gallons and cup “howdie” to the tourists and competitors alike. The stampede grounds are not just limited to horses and photo booths, it’s a 365 a year fun fest, with everything ranging from Hockey games to ACDC Concerts. If there is an Expo of sales, then this is the place to find it.
The Stampede Corral for example has hosted so many events, it would take me the best part of my day just to list just a few. The early 80’s saw Stu Hart and his band of whacky wrestlers, commentated by the ever faithful Ed Whalen. There were ice skating competitions, tennis games, concerts. You name it, the Corral hosted it. This old girl is not finished yet. I hope to see this play out for many years to come.
So there I was, shooting for the boat and outdoors show when I decided enough was enough and headed out. Before leaving I stumbled upon the Cheerleaders Competition. Standing in the arena I was not sure if this event was worth my time. Then the kids come out and showcased their moves with the precision of a Military guard. I have to be honest they were adorable. Thinking back to the time when I was 12, all I wanted to do was sneak a dollar from my mothers purse and buy some chocolate bars. These kids were full on amazing. The batteries were on full charge and the enthusiasm from the parents were equally devoted. My hour with the kids was the best part of my day. You can keep the Marina and the sea going vessels, my money was on the kids.
I know the educators of the day tell us everyone is a winner, these kids were proof of that.
Heath Cox - Editor InTouch.NEWS
Happy Chinese New Year -
When Captain Kirk used his thrusters to slingshot around the sun to save a couple of whales, I would have hoped he had the time to go to the San Francisco Marina District. He would of course wander at the boats in the harbour and marvel at how people in the 20th Century were able to build such lovely craft. Of course he would have been depressed by his big eared colleague as he would think this may not be logical. Time warp 30 odd years, forward. Tiberius and his trusty crew would now be long gone in their retirement and we would be back in the now 21st Century, wondering how to make Transparent Aluminum. Knowing that by then they would have figured out how to trade goods without money, I am left wondering what point in our timeline does this stop and we all work for the collective good. Sounds like futuristic communism.
So as we stand now, if you want a nice piece of cod, all you need to do is pop down to your local Save On and wait in line at the automated checkout. Go back home and throw it on the grill. Job done. It cost you pennies.
However, there is another way. Your first employment here is to advise your better half that your joint account will be dragged down by huge monthly payments in order to furnish man’s ability to beat his chest again. The hunter gatherer is back. Courtesy of companies, like Lund or Bass Pro Shops. So you decide that yes, you would like to go hunt some smelly gills yourself. The sales crew working overtime in there Wranglers and silly boots are just ringing tills and filling out forms to the Glamper’s and red necks who blindly thought that this is a good idea. So let me think about this, I can buy a piece for myself and cook it. Or I can go to the nearest Original Joes and order up a fish and chips bowl for about $20.
Or, ……. I can visit a number of lakes and seas and get my own. First you need a fishing rod and reels and string and floatie bits and boxes and worms and knives and learn the know-how on figuring out how to put this all together. Oh, You could just walk down to the dock, but people will shout at you, so you need a boat. Not just any boat, you need a proper one, with funny seats and spare coats and fish finders with outdoor props and more outdoor props. Well, a baby one that looks like something international rescue would use if you found yourself upside down. All the gear you just bought is now running into the hundreds. With the addition of the boat and all its Christmas trimmings, Savings and loan companies are now working overtime to make sure you can afford the interest payments. Oh wait, its getting better. All these things are heavy, so you need something to carry them all in. Seeing as you just can’t carry a 21 foot boat on your back, you need a transportation transfer device. Of Course I am now talking about a truck. Yes sure you could borrow your friends. That would be “once” . After that, you need to hook up with your local Ford dealer and add another F150 to the roads. I know you have a minivan to tow your kids about, but no one pulls a boat with one. That’s just wrong. So, you have your kit, your boat, something to tow it in and were set. Not really. Now after spending 11 million on your unused toys, you’re still no closer in convincing fish to jump out at you. Now you need a license. If you’re on a lake in the middle of well, nowhere, you will probably have to throw it back. There are rules you know. So the best thing to do is take your new fangled gear to sea. Then you can marvel at the endless lists of things you can play with. Of course, if you want to sail beyond the Juan de Fuca straight, and play Captain Bird's eye, you need to stop off at the nearest Marine Dollar store and have everything converted to sea water. After many many many more peso's, you have to now buy a sea license. This idea of just buying local is getting more appealing. Spock would simply say, “This isn’t logical Jim”.
It just isn’t.
Heath Cox - Editor Intouch.NEWS
If you ever find yourself sitting next to someone wearing an Alexander McQueen cropped sweater clutching a Salvatore Ferragamo purse, You will be forgiven for thinking their Maybach is parked in the basement of neiman marcus. It isn’t, It's waiting outside with the AC on full Sub Zero mode.
While Geeves is patiently waiting for you, he will probably checking his own stock quotes that he “overheard” from your Tech insider husband. While Mr. "Slip and slide", sits on board his Challenger 800, awaiting for take off clearance to his secret second home. Your still wondering why Walmart sells discount DVD’s.
For Nikos Koulis earring’s? ask your local Bergdorf Goodman's, for skates? Go to Sport Check.
There were no pre-Madonna’s at the arena this evening, just hard working mothers, sisters, aunts, teens and daughters. They Quietly slipped on their handmade lycra two piece suits and Riedell skates. Showing off to the generous few who braved the minus 10’s and pirouetted their way to a winning cup.
This was the 32nd Annual Rose Bowl event.
Calgary’s CSSC hosts this year’s Synchronized Skating competition. For us, Centre ice wasn’t exactly being front and centre of the Stanley cup, but as photographer's, it was an interesting event.
To me, watching the older ladies skate was more impressive than the teenagers. I mean, teenagers are invincible. At 17, you can run up a mountain backward, you can climb multi story buildings eating a cheeseburger. When you’re on the late side of 50, skating in tandem with 8 other’s isn’t easy and well, even at 48 that seems like more than I can do.
Ok, so they were slow and lethargic. But seeing as most ladies this age are trading in high heels for slippers, the forefront on baby boomers are crochet patterns, not a change foot spin. So I say Cudo’s to these ladies.
If you want to be impressed, stay for the first round, but endure for the talents that bused in from as far as Edmonton and further. Well that’s commitment. If you stayed at home and watched your discount DVD, well you missed out.
Heath Cox. Editor. InTouch.NEWS
Tim DuBois sat down one day and wrote a song that Jerry Reed took on and it became a huge hit for the now deceased superstar. Personally I liked most of Jerry’s songs, and as an actor I thought he was a natural. The song that Tim wrote was called “She got the Goldmine (I got the shaft)”, which is basically what happens to you when you get a divorce and your wife takes everything. Poor Jerry got the shaft. Living on food stamps, he was then jailed for contempt of court. Oh how the mighty fall.
1000 miles north of Jerry’s hometown of Atlanta sits Springfield Massachusetts. Back in 1897 a couple of fellas named George M. Hendee and Oscar Hedstrom had a few beers and decided to make a motorcycle. I guess they figured they could do better than everyone else back then so after some hits and misses they came up with the Dare Devil, had a few arguments, as you do, then one thing led to another Indian took hold of the American way of life.
That was until Hitler came along. Mr. Mein Camp saw it fit to the rid the world of pretty much everyone, but the Brits, Canadians and Americans, (along with most everyone else) decided it would be best if they make a lot of planes and tanks and send him packing. So there was Indian making bikes for the government and when the war ended, Indian had built all these bikes that no one higher than a ranking senate wanted. Jerry’s words seemed to ring true for the DuPont family. It also didn't help that the Harley's at the time were bit more powerful. So Indian got the shaft and by 1953 all the punch clocks in the Springfield factory started a new job title. collecting dust.
A few years go by and the general public were now more interested in what the Japanese were doing. Introduced at the TT races in the 50's, the Brits and Italians on their Norton's and MV Augusta's laughed at them. By the 60's however, Honda, flashed their high beams and passed them by and have never looked back. Both Honda and Yamaha along with Kawasaki and Suzuki, bounced the winning Tourist trophy back and forth for many years to come. The Brits were no longer laughing.
Now, onto Harley's . When William S. Harley and Arthur Davidson got together, they created a brand so popular, the whole world not only knew who they were. To say they have a cult following is putting it as mildly as ketchup on Freedom fries. How many people work in appliance sales do you know with Maytag tattooed on their arm. I didn’t think so. Now Harley's are noted for being loud, slow, unreliable and the brakes so poor, you need to fit anchors and and a prayer book. However, they once held the world speed record for a whopping 16 years blistering past the stop clock at a Flux capacitor braking 322.15 mph. For those of us in Moose county or Finland, that’s 518.45 km/h. Try that on your Ninja or Super dream.
The best part of this show wasn't the bikes or the stands. Some of which are selling property in heckifiknow BC, (not sure what that has to do with bikes but anyway), no, the best thing was the people. Without us people there would be no coat check, (Thank you Honda) no Insurance agents selling you Insurance you already have and no pretty white fondue hair styled models trying to win your heart and minds with Italians version of there dream machines. The Ducatti
They’re people are from all walks of life. Sure their were big Harley bikers with leather vests and ass-less chaps and chains hanging from there bellied waists. To this 15 year old kid whose dreams of dirt biking trails and hitting 80 feet verticals in sponsored leathers and Oakley wraparounds. Scaring parents is a given.
Ladies of every age were clambering on big Triumphs, saying, "well if my husband can do this, I can too".
47 year old newlyweds were walking side by side with there new online wives, dreaming of what life was like when they were still invincible. Hopping on board Ninja's thinking, I still have what it takes. But that paunch that sags over their 38 +inch waist is telling them otherwise.
The RCMP , the sheriff and the Calgary Police were also on hand, not to assist in a texting take-down, but to show the paying public that they too “Live to Ride”. Staff Sargent Paul Stacey a 27 year member of the Calgary Police force was also on hand. We chatted for about 20 minutes remembering old faces and times when we didn’t require glasses. This fellow has seen more collisions and fatalities than we care too, yet with a welcoming smile and fondness for his trusty Harley, he was more to happy to converse with us.
I don’t see this man hanging up his spurs just yet. Just remember, he may be a pleasant man to chat with, but cross his path and your going to be getting a yellow page out of his book.
Their were Helmet stands, with lids of every size and colour you could imagine. Girls young and old, flirted with open face helmets, as they dream of summer. Wait for it. Here it comes ..., -- cut to slo mo. the ever so sexy, the long awaited. Hair flick. With bright red lipstick and come to bed eyes, these girls know the routine. Us Of the lessor species, melt like molten s'mores. This is the sole reason why bikers love girls.
If a standard run of the mill R3 wasn’t your cup of Joe, then look for Lucid Kustoms or precision frameworx, they can take your hard earned wad and create something just for you. From a ground up custom billet Aluminum hard tailed roller coaster, to a 70’s style café racer, it was all at the Motorcycle show.
Polaris even strutted their stuff with a Slingshot - a three-wheeled motorcycle that looks like it was made for moon landings and not cruising the streets of 17th ave. Not sure what the attraction is, but I have a sense that Batman would be driving this if his tumbler was in the shop.
When the jumping showcase event began, we lumbered past an old Kawasaki. All I could think of when I saw this old beast was going back in time to the late 70’s when Erik Estrada and The other guy came to life on Sunday night. For 6 seasons they showed us what life was like on the California highways. Growing up in the UK, my brothers and I, Kick started our imagination, and began to serve and protect our street. That was until mom called us in for supper. OK So I didn’t see the C Series bikes, but the memories were still there.
Did I mention Batman. His Tumbler MUST have been in the shop Polaris made one for him too.
Many thanks to Indian for taking the time to chat, and to everyone else who did a marvelous job setting up a great show. I hope the bikes that leave the showroom this weekend will bring many fond memories and for those of you who like to ride like Barry Sheene, Staff Sargent Paul Stacey and his fellow brothers will be watching.
Ride safe everyone. Bring on the summer.
Heath Cox - Editor InTouch.NEWS
I was born in the 1960's which means by the time I reached an age were I could stay up till 9:30, James Bond had a Car that could go underwater and Thom Pace was in full race spec singing “Maybe”. For those of you that don’t remember, well I’m going to have to assume you were still being thought of. This show was all the rage among the Generation X gang. It was all about love, compassion and your love for fellow man, oh and a bear. Let us not recall why this all began, as that would spoil the premise of the show. Alas like all good things, cocaine and time took its toll and all that concerned came to an end.
Add a few years, mix in some Red bull, some Selena Gomez and you have what is now called the age of the internet. So OK the internet began in the 1990’s, but it is now we see the maturing of the social revolution. All things considered, I think I prefer the days when you had to wait for someone to finish their payphone time before you could make a call and get a friend to pick you up. Calling your parents meant having to find a quarter, unless you were in dire need and asked the operator to reverse the charges. Selfies were not even part of the vocabulary. Do you know how hard it was to take a picture of yourself with an old Olympus, let alone waiting three weeks for the camera store to develop them.
So I sit outside and I wait for my trusted friend to kiss his wife goodbye and come and hang with me for a few hours. Looking between the ice and snow covered pine trees and you will find us driving downtown to the event of the year.
If you were one of the few that managed to find your tuxedo at the back of your closet, or were able to get your dressmaker to adjust your sequin gown in time. Then you were already set to join the lucky few who gathered and witnessed the finest show this Christmas.
Jill Belland and Pat Steinburg pulled their MC resources together and packaged an event known as the "Snowflake Gala".
A packed house included a short verse from Evan Patterson, Executive Director of Kids up front Calgary. Also the late Manmeet Bhullar was given honorable mention as his wife Namrita accepted a white hat from Rick McIver to celebrate his life. Mrs. Canada was also seen mingling and she too accepted Calgary’s coveted white hat.
The show’s and events were nimble and hyper-sonic. The chorography was magic. So we had a small hiccup with the sound. No one seemed to mind, the show must go on. So without missing a beat, Calgary’s youngest were again out showing its supporter’s what they were made of.
The entire stage was filled with vibrant colour and spirit. Volumes of talent flowed one after the other. I have never seen so much energy in one room.
We were given an insight into what Calgary can do to help “Kids up front”. In the midst of the economic downturn, we can still turn things around and help when it’s needed.
Thank you for delivering a wonderful message to everyone.
Heath Cox - Editor InTouch.NEWS