It's amazing how quickly I ran out of new ideas for blogs. 

So, until I get a decent idea worth blogging about (as if the standard is really that high...), I have decided to give new life to some photos from over the years that never should have been taken.

Just to reiterate, these are photos with no redeeming qualities which would make them worth viewing for any artistic purpose or otherwise.  These ones only exist because the subject peaked my interest at the time they were taken. Nothing more.

If this turns out any good, I've got a huge supply of blog material. I bet you can't wait!

Episode 1: Monaco Edition.

Black Enzo. I heard that there was one FXX made in black for Michael. I wonder if....naw. 
A little taste of what happens when there's no grass around.
Amazing ice karting. Such a great idea.
The tunnel. All "do not" signs don't have the slash through them. Go figure.  This was the last leg of my Grand Prix hunt.

A view of the permanent rumble strips along the roads. Along with stale rubber, they make for quite an emotional sight. Senna, Stewart: who knows who left those marks (though you can be sure it was someone other than them...)

Thats right. 850 square feet, for 4.2 million canadian. 

 I have no idea what happened to this bird. I'm not sure I want to know...

Things to do on the cheap...

I adore motorsport. F1, MotoGP, WSBK, ALMS...I love them all. Watching them on TV is one thing, but being in the pits and experiencing the sounds and smells is something totally different. Now this poses a problem for someone living in Toronto without time or money to get to see the action first hand. 

John to the rescue. 

I have discovered that as long as you sign over your life on the waiver, all the local car and bike clubs at the different tracks around Toronto allow you to observe for free!  Obviously, this is a far cry from the real deal, but it scratches the itch between race weekends. 

Not to mention you can meet some cool people along the way:

Marcel Irnie - an independent racer, showing me a thing or two about "hanging off".  He was camped out at Shannonville for two weeks prior to the race before heading home to Kelowna, B.C.

Back by popular demand: Pictures of my cooking - Episode 3 - La Sfogliatella.

So last weekend when I was on my very short lived kick of making italian desserts, I found a video of a hilarious italian man making my mom's favourite dessert...la sfogliatella (also known as the mythical "horny bun" around the *censored* household). I've never been much of a fan of them myself, but I must admit, they turned out decent. See for yourself:

Note: There was another one which created the outline of icing sugar. Aside from popular belief they don't jump around on their own...

I thought it was time to update my blog with a new snazzy title.  Unfortunately this one is as uncreative as the last.  For those who don't follow the San Francisco motorcycle scene, please note it is a shameless rip off of "Liam's Wild Ride" (http://www.bayarearidersforum.com/forums/showthread.php?t=142624) - the amazing thread of a guy who flew to Spain and worked his way into the upper ranks of MotoGP management.  Clearly, that kind of excitement is not to be found at this blog. HOWEVER, by allusion to an exiting story, mine might take on a taint of excellence. You will just have to wait and see. 

Everyone knows I love coffee.  As it turns out, I also love making coffee.  The problem with this arrangement; however, is that my coffee is NEVER as good as you can get at Manic Coffee (shamless plug for my favourite shop...)

That doesn't mean it's not worth trying. 

Here's what I've come up with:

I still need to work on my designs...

So after finally getting to visit Ferrara bakery in NYC, I got around to trying to make some cannoli of my own. Now everyone knows Ferrara makes the best cannoli in the west, but I really did not like how rough the filling was. I ended up using extra smooth ricotta in mine. As it turns out, I officially make the best cannoli...IN THE WORLD...

Heres what that looked like:

Hello all. 

My name is John.