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Q3, the final showdown—who will claim pole? Tires are up to temperature, the pit wall holds its breath, and one perfect lap will decide who starts from P1. Share your prediction in the comments!
P16 in today’s race for the TransGestion car at Canadian Tire Motorsport Park! After moving up to 10th in just a few laps, contact with another competitor damaged our front-right wheel. We still finished 16th. We’ll bounce back July 27 at Calabogie
Front Design
A large “95TH” is featured against the American flag, with the brand logo overprinted. This official item commemorates Harley-Davidson’s 95th anniversary in 1998. Founded in 1903, it remains a highly sought-after vintage piece.
Am I the most inept creature on the planet, or is getting rain gear over boots a hassle for everyone? Oh well. If I have to do the roadside bunny hop of shame, there are worse places for it.
Summer starts with the perfect swimsuit. Bold colors, comfort to enjoy every moment, and tropical style for your beach or pool days. Tell us your favorite color and reserve yours before they sell out.
Stay protected and confident with our new favorite swim set for sunny adventures. Featuring UPF 50+ protection, quick-dry stretch fabric, and a flattering athletic fit—perfect for swimming, snorkeling, paddleboarding, and beach vacations. Where
The dreamiest wonderland for Celine’s fairytale first birthday. One year of loving you beyond words and watching you grow into the mother you made me. Our sweetest Baby C, surrounded by love, laughter, magic, and the prettiest details.
Day 19 – 435 km (5570)
Riding Spain! From León to Bilbao. First stop: Embalse del Porma. Met Volker Wolf from Harleysite near Potes, rode together to Unquera, then on to Bilbao. Guggenheim, steak, old town, camping. Brutal heat, great day.
I’m always included with others, so it’s a secret that I can’t do it alone. I know I just need to keep trying and get used to it, but I get flustered thinking someone might be waiting behind me, so I leave it to them.
There’s something special about riding with no destination—just you, the open road, the engine, and the freedom to stop somewhere quiet. No plans, no timelines, no expectations. Sometimes, you don’t need a destination. You just need to ride.