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MONOCHROMIA IV
Published on March 6th, 2013 | by Boris
"In the beginning it was all black and white."... Read More →
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DEAR MANUFACTURERS
Published on March 6th, 2013 | by Boris
Your products have allowed me to experience the full gamut of human emotion – from murderous black despair, to a joy so intense I am sure I must have sprouted extra glee-glands to deal with it... Read More →
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MONOCHROMIA III
Published on March 5th, 2013 | by Boris
"We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash."... Read More →
Articles
BURN, RANGA, BURN
Published on March 3rd, 2013 | by Al
"In", I said, when Boris told me about his desert trip, which he had presciently named "Burn, Ranga, Burn"... Read More →
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GIRLS WHO NEED PILLIONING SOMEWHERE 1
Published on March 1st, 2013 | by Boris
In case you haven't noticed, there are lots of girls out there who need pillioning. Here are a few who clearly need to be taken somewhere very quickly on the back of a nice motorcycle... Read More →
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A TALE OF TWO RACERS
Published on February 20th, 2013 | by Boris
The recent Island Classic left me fizzing like a half-used aspirin a glass of warm coke. It was a sensational weekend, both from a racing fan’s perspective and the fact that Phillip Island’s insane microclimate did... Read More →
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BABES ON BIKES 2
Published on February 20th, 2013 | by Boris
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2013 ISLAND CLASSIC
Published on February 10th, 2013 | by Boris
I hold this to be the premier motorcycling event in Australia. Yes, even above the Moto... Read More →
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ODERINT DUM METUANT
Published on January 30th, 2013 | by Boris
Dear motorcycle lobbyists (and I use “lobbyists” because it is shorter to type than Thundering Herd of Endless Fail), if I may have a moment of your time. Yes, I understand you’re very busy at the... Read More →
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A HIGHER FREQUENCY
Published on January 20th, 2013 | by Boris
How often have you coasted to a stop on the side of some far-flung, road, your tyres crunching along the gravel verge, your breath hitching in your chest, your hands cramped on the handlebars, and understood... Read More →
