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 →
Published on April 30th, 2017 | by Eva Cripps
The world has changed significantly since the advent of social media. Mad reports of rider heroics and daring adventures are no long simply shared among friends, verbally recounted in lavishly exaggerated details for years to come.... Read More →
Published on April 21st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, I’m an hour away from the track, and I am coming like the wrath of God with my Fuck You face on. I spent exactly 47 minutes with Mathias, and was then put in... Read More →
