Without a doubt, Porsche is one of my most favourite vehicle manufacturers. They are masters at their craft. But much like life, they aren’t perfect; They have their ups and downs, victories, losses, disappointments, and successes.

This documentary follows the 2019 endurance racing series of several Porsche teams (factory and customer teams) throughout their trials and tribulations of the 24 Hours of Le Mans and 24 Hours of Nurburgring. What an amazing documentary.

Ready For Spring

And ready to terrorize the neighbourhood!

Just kidding.

Track season cancelled just a day after I got the Porsche ready for the spring, and benchmark alignment dialed in. And COVID-19 – so many cops on the road. So sad.

Tick Tock

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and certainly well over due.

So I didn’t come back to Vancouver to spend Christmas with my friends and family in 2019, but instead, went to Asia and spent a few weeks in Vancouver in November before heading back to Toronto.

I must say that I quite enjoyed that. And here I am typing this post from Vancouver after spending the Lunar new year with my friends and family. I think I’ll come back once a quarter this year and work out of Vancouver every now and then. It’s quite nice. And being able to have a nice simple dinner or coffee with friends in the city I love? It’s precious.

One goal this year I’d like to achieve is to have dinner with friends in a completely different city while on vacation. That would mean the world to me.

Oh, and I brought home a new Italian girl. A 2009 Ducati Monster 696+. My inner road rat is still strong. Keep you all posted.

The Lion City – Singapore

The Lion City was more than just a travel destination for me.

It was a city of discovery, and reminisce of my childhood.

This trip reminded me of all the sights, smells, sounds, and forgotten tastes that I grew up with my parents, siblings, and cousins. Singapore was also a reminder of my family’s journey throughout South East Asia, and across the Pacific. It almost seems as if our past was forgotten, but Singapore was a reminder that these memories are still fresh in my mind. See you again soon.

Sweet Jesus

Life got really since the last post, and I have a lot to catch up on.  What struck me was that we often use life being busy as an excuse, until life catches up to you.

I learned yesterday the morning of Saturday, March 30, that a beloved leader, mother, colleague, and friend, had passed away.  This was just no ordinary woman; She was a visible minority who was Muslim, and was a monumental leader in the industry I work in.

She spent a majority of her career pioneering a way for women to grow in the field, breaking rules, while redefining women’s place in the world of technology.  Not only as software developers, but as leaders.  She had helped change the world we live in today, but few recognized her contribution to society, but what’s best about her is that she never wanted credit. She just wanted the job done.

More so, she helped guide me through one of the biggest and most pivotal moves I made in my career; To move from a technical role, and ushered me to success into a management and business role.   I lived with doubt, asking myself if this was the right career move, but she made sure I made the right choice, and provided me the guidance and direction I needed to succeed.  This woman worked hard, no matter what, despite surviving cancer twice already, and finally succumbing to her third battle with cancer.  She passed away among her family on the night of Friday, March 29, 2019.  The last thing she ever said to me, right about this time last year before my trip to India was, “I want to see this deal through, even if it kills me.”  I’m glad to have closed this chapter for her, and want her to know I will see this through for her until the very bitter end.

Despite being a woman as tough as nails, I am so grateful to have had Razia be one of my leaders through my career transition.  Rest in peace, my friend.  You will be dearly missed by us all.

I had asked my siblings to send me my old Davida motorcycle helmet in anticipation I end up finding a Vespa or motorcycle again. Little did I know that the arrival of my helmet would trigger a wave of pain and uncertainty to my future, of which it questioned whether I truly have grown up or not. It turns out that I haven’t, and that I am still a selfish, wreckless chump who thinks of no one but myself. Looks like I still have a lot of growing up to do. I often wonder how my ex-girlfriend put up with my nonsense all these years. Oh, wait. I think I answered my own question. :)