Articles
2010 DUCATI STREETFIGHTER S – i
Published on February 15th, 2010 | by Boris
The bike is a marvel. It is now my favourite Ducati... Read More →
Published on February 15th, 2010 | by Boris
The bike is a marvel. It is now my favourite Ducati... Read More →
Published on January 20th, 2010 | by Boris
My mate Pete ‘Mr Smith’ Smith is dead, and we are all so much the poorer for his passing. Doubtlessly, and because he had many friends, you will read much about this amazing individual in the... Read More →
Published on January 12th, 2010 | by Al
"So", I said. "Pub lunch, morphine, helicopter ride. Can life get better?"... Read More →
Published on January 7th, 2010 | by Boris
Have some of you shaved apes been bleating about how slippery new tyres are? You have, haven’t you? And some of you have even fallen off on those slippery new tyres, then further demeaned yourselves by... Read More →
Published on November 19th, 2009 | by Boris
A long time ago I swore a grim and terrible oath. It was not in a graveyard, and it did not involve Satan or the blood of some hapless animal, but it was still a pretty... Read More →
Published on November 7th, 2009 | by Boris
True clarity of thought and purpose are only rarely granted to men in their short time upon this earth. Those fleeting, savage moments of absolute mental purity – unsullied by mortgage payments, deadlines, commitments, relationships and... Read More →
Published on September 25th, 2009 | by Boris
As much as it pains me to tear myself away from relating the follies of my youth to you all, needs must, because the level of stupid in Australian motorcycling has once again risen to an... Read More →
Published on September 14th, 2009 | by Al
Alone on the Bylong Valley Way on Sunday, and three blokes on identical B-Kings refused to get out of my way... Read More →
Published on August 19th, 2009 | by Boris
Once upon a time BMW was about as likely to build a proper world-class superbike as the Armenian People’s Tractor Factory... Read More →
Published on August 8th, 2009 | by Boris
It does a man good to sleep under the stars. Especially if there is a campfire involved. Reflected orange flames dancing off the bike; the smoky tang of burning gum tree and vaguely rancid sleeping bag... Read More →