Published on December 12th, 2018 | by Boris
In which our hero considers the existential aspects of the Niken while belting it up a shitweasel of a road, parking it front of a small country pub and awaiting the judgement of large, tattooed men... Read More →
Published on December 11th, 2018 | by Boris
I managed to acquire the Held Camaris jacket for the New Zealand launch of the Yamaha Niken. Cool, I thought. I shall look so very fine. The hot backpacker babes in their insane painted-on yoga pants... Read More →
Published on December 10th, 2018 | by Boris
IMAGES BY DAVE COOKE Sunday’s the day, huh? You hope it will be sunny, you call your mates, or you put up a post on Facebook because you have no mates, and off you go…up that... Read More →
Published on December 4th, 2018 | by Boris
TALES OF THE NIKEN – EPISODE 1 In which our hero acquires a three-wheeled thing which has made him a little mental, and attempts to reconcile his inner anguish at operating this non-motorcycle like a... Read More →
Published on December 4th, 2018 | by Boris
Fuck Mark Marquez. Seriously. Fuck all 59kg of him and fuck all his tombstone-sized teeth while you’re there. He’s been in MotoGP what? Ten Minutes? And he’s already amassed five titles (seven, if you’re counting the... Read More →
Published on November 24th, 2018 | by Boris
One more X in its name and we’d be at such a level of helmet-porn, I’d have to take my pants off to write this. As it is, the the X-803 is right up there as... Read More →
Published on November 22nd, 2018 | by Eva Cripps
As the long warm days of summer draw closer, a certain demographic of motorcyclists are gearing up for another round of “Who can I blame this time?” when they inevitably crash. This pre-emptive misplaced culpability has... Read More →
Published on November 21st, 2018 | by Boris
PHOTOGRAPHY BY JOSH EVANS This cannot be right. It’s not a motorcycle. It’s dual front-wheel set-up offends my highly-developed motorcycle purity gland. How dare Yamaha even produce such a thing, then presume upon my purity by... Read More →
Published on November 20th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, the Germans and the rest of you Ducati Basura, I am leaving now. Stop touching me and trying to hug me. Seriously. You all smell like an old wooden floor after a bull has... Read More →
Published on November 19th, 2018 | by Al
In which Al spends thirteen hundred kilometres seeing if the Givi S920L is a worthy custodian of his electronics... Read More →
