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THEY’RE GOOD DOGS, BRENT
Published on June 12th, 2017 | by Al
A highway patrol car passed me real fast a bit before Pheasants Nest.... Read More →
Published on June 12th, 2017 | by Al
A highway patrol car passed me real fast a bit before Pheasants Nest.... Read More →
Published on June 10th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I write this letter on behalf of the Ducati Corse mechanics in the hope we can find a better way to interpret George’s demands. And because our lives are like a pile of merda... Read More →
Published on June 5th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, What the bastard fuck was that? You trying to give me a heart attack? When you sailed into the lead stuff stopped working in my chest. Enzo and Carlo had punch me in the... Read More →
Published on June 3rd, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Have I told you how much I hate Mugello? Why don’t the stupid putas just paint the whole track yellow and be done with it? I’m surprised they haven’t renamed the whole circuit Cattedrale... Read More →
Published on May 30th, 2017 | by Boris
There’s a reason aliens like Antonio ‘Tony’ Cairoli have an Airoh helmet on their heads. It’s not quite the same reason I have one on mine, but I do understand what the attraction is. If you... Read More →
Published on May 29th, 2017 | by Boris
I learned several things on the recent Australian press launch of Royal Enfield’s Himalayan. The first of which is I have been pronouncing ‘Himalayan’ incorrectly my entire life. It is pronounced ‘h’mahl-yun’, rather than ‘him-a-layuhn’. So... Read More →
Published on May 29th, 2017 | by Al
“It could be worse”, I said. “Look on the bright side."... Read More →
Published on May 24th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, How much bigger and sassier is your Big Red Sassy Daddy now, huh? If I was any bigger, redder or sassier I would be like an interplanetary penis rampaging through the buttery... Read More →
Published on May 20th, 2017 | by Boris
It was a visual paradox of galactic proportions. Outside Lilianfels, the most genteel, scone-rich, chintz-and-wallpaper pile of bricks in the Blue Mountains, stood a grim mechanical array of pure Austrian venom. This was the Australasian launch... Read More →
Published on May 14th, 2017 | by Boris
There is always a sense of occasion when you throw your leg over an MV Agusta. There’s just something about them, a certain, almost-lunatic je ne sais quoi that separates them from other bikes. I have... Read More →