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Published on January 5th, 2021 | by Al
Al hits the starting grid at Woody's Newbridge TT. They serve beer. Win!... Read More →
Published on January 5th, 2021 | by Al
Al hits the starting grid at Woody's Newbridge TT. They serve beer. Win!... Read More →
Published on October 13th, 2020 | by Al
In which Al decides to cross mountain ranges. It would have been funnier if he invited Harry... Read More →
Published on August 16th, 2020 | by Boris
Dear Gigi! How happy are you right now? I think your eyebrows are standing straight up like the bristles of a German toothbrush! I do not blame you. It is five years past the time when... Read More →
Published on July 20th, 2020 | by Boris
Dear disgraceful Putas, I am gone for five minutes and you filthy monkeys lose all your mierde! You have made the kaka all over my favourite racetrack, and now you are broken and hanging on a... Read More →
Published on May 28th, 2020 | by Al
“You don’t see that much in Sydney”, I said to the Uber driver... Read More →
Published on February 10th, 2020 | by Boris
Ciao, George! You have come back, si? Allora, I think, yes. Everywhere I look, you are there. Or maybe you just did not leave the Sepang from last year, ha ha! Have you been retiring... Read More →
Published on February 7th, 2020 | by Boris
Dear Blue Bushidos. It is me, your new Blue Boss of All The Yamahas and also Testiculo Spectaculo i Glorioso de Spartano. And I am here in this terrible rainy sweatbox of freezing air-conditionings and... Read More →
Published on February 1st, 2020 | by Boris
Hola, putas! I know you have missed me but I have been busy. That Instagram mierde will not post itself, you know. Gigi used to do it for me when I was developing the mierda Ducati... Read More →
Published on January 6th, 2020 | by Al
Times are hard when kangaroos are doing it tough... Read More →
Published on November 21st, 2019 | by Al
We did what’s becoming the usual on the Australian MotoGP weekend: headed in the opposite direction, rode winding roads, booked into a seaside hotel and watched the race on the big screen while drinking icy cold... Read More →