Published on March 24th, 2015 | by Boris
Turning off the Hume Highway at Gundagai is like being cured of cancer. It’s an ecstasy of almost overwhelming proportions. If I had not been in the company of men, I might have stopped and touched... Read More →
Published on March 22nd, 2015 | by Boris
Apart from the Island Classic, this has got to be one of the best motorcycle race meetings in Australia. Crusty old bastards, wild-eyed young bastards and every brand of race-addicted bastard in between those two extremes... Read More →
Published on March 20th, 2015 | by Boris
Have you ever felt more alive than shortly after you’ve almost died? When every fibre of your love-handled being crackles and thrums with affirmed life, and all the world’s colours are suddenly brighter? Fluffy endogenous opioids... Read More →
Published on March 18th, 2015 | by Boris
It was late when I rolled into the servo for fuel. Must have been around two am. Only werewolves, cops and nasty old bastards on stupid motorcycles were abroad. It was also cold. Not teeth-achingly cold,... Read More →
Published on March 18th, 2015 | by Ben Akhurst
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Published on March 16th, 2015 | by Al
As you might have noticed, the Metaxa was kicking in... Read More →
Published on March 12th, 2015 | by Daniel
Harley Davidson's LiveWire electric motorbike gets buzzed around the Sepang International Race Circuit... Read More →
Published on March 11th, 2015 | by Boris
I have written this piece as a bit of a travelogue. If my thoughts and views on my journey do not interest you, then you can scroll straight to the HARLEY-DAVIDSON LIVEWIRE IMPRESSION. I promise not... Read More →
Published on March 11th, 2015 | by Boris
This is the time of year when bears begin to fatten themselves up for the coming winter hibernation. Co-incidentally, it is also the time of year when motorcycle importers begin to sell-off their 2014 models at... Read More →
Published on March 11th, 2015 | by Boris
Finally, the Road Gods have answered the prayers of their suffering acolytes. I have lost count of the times when I have stared in blank despair at a charge-compromised motorcycle and wished some bastard somewhere would... Read More →
