As the rain lashed me like an angry wife’s tongue, I made my way to Yamaha HQ in Sydney’s outer west. The time had come for the R1 to return to its nest – whereupon it... Read More→
You wouldn’t think painting a bike matte black would suddenly make it so much nastier and meaner and more desireable, would you? Well, you would if you’d have painted as many motorcycles matte black as I... Read More→
I have sequestered myself in my garage. Like a mendicant monk. But there’s a YZF-R1 in there with me and a quantity of beer, so it’s not so tedious. The rain is teeming down. The gutters... Read More→
I have, over the years, offered myself up as a model for various items of clothing. Think Jennifer Hawkins but with testicles, tattoos and shorter hair. I then write about my experiences with this clothing and... Read More→