Published on January 28th, 2017 | by Guest Writer
By Dai Buckley There may not be a growing number of brainless young motorcyclists on the road, but there is certainly a great increase in the number of their exploits proudly and publicly penned hitting my... Read More →
Published on January 25th, 2017 | by Boris
In which I take a positive Karmic step, examine the pacification of Magyar barbarians and making deals with the devil, rejoice in the sheer lack of signage, consider getting me to a nunnery, call my wife,... Read More →
Published on January 22nd, 2017 | by Boris
Once a year, the legendary Troy Bayliss invites a bunch of people to do some flat-track racing up in his old home town of Taree, on the NSW north coast. Many of these people are somewhat... Read More →
Published on January 10th, 2017 | by Boris
I love discovering new things. Like the best way to ride Tassy is sporting a colon a-froth with oysters the size of skinned kittens, while astride the new Triumph T100. Who knew this was even a... Read More →
Published on January 10th, 2017 | by Boris
The announcement came through at 8am Spirit Lake time. Victory has ceased production. As the news filtered through to Australian social media, there was an enormous wailing and gnashing of teeth, which is perfectly understandable. It’s... Read More →
Published on December 16th, 2016 | by Boris
Thruxton, Thruxton, burning bright, On the highways of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? When the stars threw down their spears And water’d heaven with their tears: Did he smile... Read More →
Published on December 10th, 2016 | by Boris
Sometimes, the most profound revelations are pronounced over a cold beer. I was sitting at a table with Neale Brumby (publisher of Heavy Duty) and Greg Leech (editor of Road Rider), and we were drinking and... Read More →
Published on November 24th, 2016 | by Eva Cripps
As the days grow warmer and longer, fervent fair-weather riders are dusting off their leathers, de-cob-webbing helmets and shaking spiders out of boots. Passionately described as the Riding Season (in a country where you can actually... Read More →
Published on November 23rd, 2016 | by Boris
You sometimes don’t figure out how capable a motorcycle is until you pass some race-leather wearing plumtwonk, with your cags in your throat and a song in your heart. Let me tell you how this pass... Read More →
Published on November 13th, 2016 | by Boris
Kings Cross was once one of my favourite places on earth. On a hot summer night, with the fire of youth in my belly and stroked Shovel that sounded like an artillery barrage when I cracked... Read More →
