Bright and early on February 1st I saw a tweet from motorcycle blogger FuzzyGalore: "Should i keep an eye out for your daily posts now that it's February?!" She asked. I saw a challenging curve ahead. What I should've said, was "No." Instead, I decided to hit the curve full throttle, 'cause Mama raised a special kind of idiot!Read More »
At first thought, Vespas and choppers seem to have little in common. Choppers are ludicrous, oversized, exagerated monstrosities. Scooters are cute, fuzzy, small displacement and lightweight little machines. Despite their differences, both scooters and choppers rose to popularity following World War II. The history of war vets having returned home and began stripping and customizing their motorcycles is well documented. Likewise, today's pop culture image of the scooter is the evolution of a 1940s Cushman design.
It wouldn't be long before counter culture and popular culture flirted. Did good corrupt evil, or did evil see the light? Have a look at these rare Vespa Choppers from an era gone by and decide.
The City of Toronto is Canada's most densely-populated urban metropolis. The multicultural city is one of the fastest growing in North America. Not an inch of skyline can be seen without a crane working on the next skyscraper in and around the downtown core. Many Torontonians have taken up motorcycling to escape the urban slug fest known as all day rush hour traffic. We try to ride out of the city as often as we can. Little do we know that the city has some great little roads hidden away waiting to be discovered by a motorcyclist.Read More »
I once learned the hard way that if a motorcycle has been too molested, that is, if it’s been too modified by the wrong hands, it should be avoided. Last night, whether out of stupidity, forgetfulness, or a stroke of genius, I decided to ignore this lesson.
I bought a heavily modified 1990 Honda Hawk NT650 GT, with various Honda and Buell pieces on the front, Ducati parts on the back, and some aftermarket parts thrown in for good measure. I’m diggin’ it.
>Ashley says the greatest thing I ever bought for her was her Kindle eBook Reader. It was the perfect solution for a female motorcyclist who didn't have space for for the dozens of books she reads every year. One particular trilogy she downloaded was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. The book is a complete thriller set in Sweden. It follows the intermingling lives of a disgraced journalist, and an outcast young female motorcyclist. The unlikely duo eventually pair up and can only attempt storm their way through a labyrinth of deception, secrets, and brutal violence. And now it's in theaters!Read More »
10 Things I Miss About My Harley, you know that at 22 years old I was on top of the world. My father had been off of chemotherapy for almost year and life was grand. After endless months of research and shopping around I carefully selected a Harley-Davidson motorcycle to celebrate all that was good in life.
As it turned out, I sold that bike less than a year later. There's a pair of gloves full of reasons why. Here are 10 things I won't miss about it.
A irritable old biker once told me that youth is wasted on the young. 22 years old is an exciting time in a man's life. He is full of vigor, prowess, and insatiable appetites. He is old enough to be witty and young enough to remember the end of his jokes. Likewise, he's often old enough to know better, and young enough not to care. The 22 year old male feels on top of the world.
It was at 22 years old I bought my first Harley-Davidson motorcycle. For a moment as brief as twilight, I was on top of the world. I miss that bike.
For my Dad, who said - among countless other words of encouragement - “That’s a great site!”
This post is just for you. My father hasn't been permitted to drive for the past few years on account of having had brain cancer, leaving him prone to potential seizures. He beat his brain tumor only to be hit with cancer in the central nervous system in his spine. This isn't a sad story. Au contraire, it's my answer to not only what was my greatest motorcycle memory of 2011, but also a day I will remember forever.