🇨🇦 The Ride After Maple Syrup
A Gen X Biker’s First Canadian Cruise
When you think of Canada, you probably picture polite people, hockey sticks, and gallons of maple syrup. But for this Dubai-based Gen X biker? I saw Canada through a tinted visor, gravel trails, and winding roads that told stories louder than any engine.
🏍️ New Country, Same Vibes — Just Colder
This wasn’t just another trip. It was a different kind of ride — one where I wasn’t just crossing physical distance, but emotional terrain too. I was half the world away from my familiar desert dunes, riding borrowed bikes, and figuring out road signs that weren’t in kilometers per hour (Canada, make up your mind — metric or imperial, pick a side!).
I started my Canadian adventure in Ontario, renting a BMW GS750 — smaller than my loyal Manchalee (my R1250 GSA back home), but surprisingly nimble on those leafy backroads.
🍁 Riding with New Friends, Making Old Memories
Thanks to some local Desi riders (shoutout to the Desi Riders Group in Ontario), I didn’t ride alone. We cruised past cornfields, lake towns, and sleepy villages where the biggest excitement was… well, us.
Every ride had a different flavor — sometimes literally. One moment we were bombing down country roads, the next we were parked outside Tim Hortons debating whether double-double coffee was just sweet tea in disguise.
And of course, there were the stops at Lahore Farms with the legendary Aurangzeb — where the goats looked at me like I didn’t belong, but the vibes were pure “home away from home.”
💬 Conversations at Crosswalks
Canadians are curious. Especially when a brown guy in armored gear hops off a bike and pulls out a GoPro.
- “You’re not from around here, are ya?”
- “Nope. Just here to trade Dubai sand for some Ontario gravel.”
These weren’t just rides. They were moments of cultural exchange. A fusion of gears, years, and Gen X fears.
🧠 What Canada Taught Me (Besides Cold Starts)
This trip wasn’t just about new terrain. It was about learning how universal the biker spirit is — from Dubai to Dundas.
- We all ride to escape something.
- We all carry some form of baggage (emotional or pannier).
- And we all find clarity somewhere between 4th gear and the next fuel stop.
As I rode through Niagara curves, Hamilton hills, and quiet roads near Milton, I realized that the journey ahead — in life or on two wheels — is always better when shared.
🎥 Watch the Ride Logs (and Laugh at My Cold-Start Struggles)
The full story’s on YouTube — complete with shaky camera mounts, foggy breath, and my usual dose of awkward charm.
👉 Watch the video here: MotoMoku Canada Rides Playlist
(And yes, I lost my Insta360 mount somewhere in the Canadian wild. Still hurts.)