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Published on June 22nd, 2015 | by Al
Phil trucked his Black Shadow back to Victoria, and the route went through Sydney... Read More →
Published on June 22nd, 2015 | by Al
Phil trucked his Black Shadow back to Victoria, and the route went through Sydney... Read More →
Published on June 8th, 2015 | by Al
I instructed her to pronounce it “Doo-cart-ee”, not “Jew-catty” when cross-examined... Read More →
Published on June 4th, 2015 | by Boris
People did crazy shit in the late 80s. And motorcycle people were not exempt. Our shit was crazier than anybody else’s shit because we were crazier than anybody else. But that was fine. None of us... Read More →
Published on June 3rd, 2015 | by Boris
I think I may be turning into a vampire. From what I can tell, this is not at all that bad a thing. I have yet to open the juicy neck veins of some swooning whore... Read More →
Published on June 1st, 2015 | by Boris
Once upon a time (that’s always been a good way to start a story, hasn’t it?), motorcyclists held firmly to the belief that they were a fraternity. A brotherhood, as it were. Of the handlebars, no... Read More →
Published on May 25th, 2015 | by Al
Al attends the 2015 BIKE ME! Pilgrimage to the Mountain... Read More →
Published on May 12th, 2015 | by Boris
There are days when the Road Gods decide you need to see some shit. Shit that lets you know They’re ever playful, and that you should be paying attention. This morning’s commute was one such day.... Read More →
Published on May 4th, 2015 | by Al
The warriors were honouring their dead on the morn, and life at the 24 hour service station at Pheasants Nest was surreal at... Read More →
Published on April 20th, 2015 | by Al
The third day after I got my licence back I bought a wee-strom... Read More →
Published on April 7th, 2015 | by Boris
I have sequestered myself in my garage. Like a mendicant monk. But there’s a YZF-R1 in there with me and a quantity of beer, so it’s not so tedious. The rain is teeming down. The gutters... Read More →