Published on November 1st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Who is the ring-tailed grass-chewing puta responsible for this mierda?! I demand to know which stinking imbécil, whose mother is clearly a streetwalker in the slums of Madrid and whose father is unknown to... Read More →
Published on November 1st, 2017 | by Eva Cripps
Long-time BikeMe! member, Mike Clarke, has created a brewery and made the world a better place. He has run into issues from greedy developers and a local council which has decided fairness is something that doesn’t... Read More →
Published on October 30th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, You suggest Map 8? I’m winning the fucken race, and you suggest Map 8? Are you taking drogas? Are you soft in the cabeza? You better not be necking bottles of vino while I... Read More →
Published on October 29th, 2017 | by Boris
My friend Marinko called me the other day. “You want some more Rhok jeans?” he asked. “Mate, the ones you gave me years ago are still good,” I replied. I’m not one to knock back products... Read More →
Published on October 27th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, What are you doing? I had to chase a dozen stinking Malay monkey dealers away from the back of the garage this afternoon. Did you really put a sign up at the gate saying... Read More →
Published on October 27th, 2017 | by Guest Writer
By Andy Wright FROM THE EDITOR… I rode to Alice Springs with Andy Wright a while back on Indian Motorcycles’ Back To Alice extravaganza. Yes, that was the trip I hit the roo on. Andy... Read More →
Published on October 26th, 2017 | by Boris
My brother Alice summed this helmet up perfectly after hearing me rave about it. “It sounds like a helmet for people who hate helmets,” he said. “You nailed it,” I laughed. “That’s exactly what it is.”... Read More →
Published on October 26th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Have you found my monkey yet? I’m hearing all sorts of horrible rumours little Ucciccio was murdered by that mad-eyed puta from England when he threw his rubbish Honda at me in Motegi. If... Read More →
Published on October 24th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Mr Lorenzo, My name is Karel. You may have seen me from time to time. I sometimes wave at you in Parc Firme, but you never wave back. You once asked me to bring you... Read More →
Published on October 17th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I would have contacted you earlier, but I was too busy celebrating the crash of the Yellow Puta. My face hurts from smiling so much. Did you see it? I did. It happened right... Read More →
