Expert Gear Reviews for Canadian Riders
Every rider collects a rain story eventually. It usually starts with a confident glance at a blue sky and ends with a cold, squelching boot forty kilometres from home. A women’s motorcycle rain suit is the cheapest way to rewrite that ending. In a country where spring, fall and half the summer can turn on … Read more
Picture it. You’re 190 cm tall, riding the Sea-to-Sky or the 401 or a gravel back road outside Sherbrooke, and the sky turns the colour of wet slate. You pull over, wrestle into a “large” rain suit, swing a leg over the bike — and the pants ride up to mid-shin while the sleeves retreat … Read more
Somewhere between the on-ramp and the first fat raindrop hitting your visor, every Canadian rider learns the same lesson: your riding jacket is not rainproof, no matter what the tag says. A waterproof rain jacket and pants set for motorcyclists is the difference between arriving at work looking like you fell in a lake and … Read more
It’s 7:40 a.m. on the Lions Gate approach, or the Gardiner, or Boulevard Décarie. The sky has been “thinking about it” since you left the driveway. Then it decides. Fat drops. Then sheets. And you have a 9:00 meeting in a building that frowns on puddles forming under your chair. This is exactly the moment … Read more
Somewhere around hour six of a soaking, grey Trans-Canada slog, every touring rider has the same thought: why didn’t I pack better rain gear? It’s never the short afternoon shower that breaks you. It’s the fourth day of a trip, the gear that seemed fine in the driveway now clinging to your legs, and a … Read more
Somewhere between the first fat raindrop hitting your visor and the moment your socks turn into sponges, every Canadian rider asks the same question: rain jacket and pants set vs one-piece rain suit — which one actually earns its spot under the seat? It’s not an academic debate. Anyone who’s ridden the Coquihalla in a … Read more
There’s a very specific kind of dread that hits somewhere around the second highway on-ramp, when the sky goes the colour of a bruise and you realize your rain gear is sitting in a closet 40 kilometres behind you. Every rider who’s put in a season of real kilometres has a version of this story, … Read more
You checked the radar twenty minutes ago and it was clear. Now you’re six kilometres from home, the sky has gone the colour of a bruise, and the first fat drops are hitting your visor. This is the exact moment a budget motorcycle rain suit either earns its keep or proves it was never worth … Read more
Picture the on-ramp to Highway 401 outside Kitchener at 4:15 on a Tuesday, sky the colour of wet asphalt, and the radar on your phone showing a solid green blob rolling in for the next ninety minutes. You’ve got two choices: duck under an overpass and wait it out, or trust the gear rolled up … Read more
It’s 6:15 p.m. in late November, and the sun set forty minutes ago somewhere over Lake Ontario. You’re three kilometres from home on a bike lane with no streetlights, wearing a dark jacket because it’s the only clean one left, and the SUV signalling a right turn ahead genuinely doesn’t see you until its headlights … Read more