Tech

Tail Gunner here, This month I thought I would go to basics, Hand Grips. Probably one of the most changed and least talked about items on your bike. There are literally hundreds of grip manufactures. Most are purely aesthetic, some are functional, it’s all up to the rider and what they desire, looks or functionality. […]

Hey, this is going to be an earth-shattering episode in this build series. I know, you just want to see progress. You want to watch the staff of Brass Balls Bobbers & Choppers build you a killer bike you’re going to win, snatch up at the Smoke Out 2011 in Rockingham, NC, and ride like

There’s nothing so good it doesn’t bear improving. I aim that statement at owners of 2009 and upward Harley-Davidson touring motorcycles. Certainly, in 2009 when the Motor Company came out with their new frame, the first for the tourers since 1980. By today’s standards, the bikes back then were underpowered slugs and therefore not ridden

There’s an unwritten rule in the Code OfChrome that says, if you slip a set of highbarson any motorcycle you save it from mediocrity.There’s more, an evil punishment for this oftenillegal gesture towards the rebellious arts. Assoon as the unsuspecting rider throws his legover the saddle and reaches for the tall grips,his sideburns expand down

KENTUCKY Tobacco. Brown, rolling tobacco. Potholes, cops, tobacco. Thesplit in the fuel tank is significant now and my long-range bomber’s distance has been curbed from a solid 220 miles per tank to 190. I am leaking fuelnon-stop as I sweep down the highways, running 100, letting the semis fardown the road break the radar waves.

STURGIS 2000, THE LONG WAY HOME SOUTH DAKOTA As I rolled out of South Dakota, I day dreamed about what it wouldbe like to own a rubber mount with a windshield, a cushioned seat and a frontbrake. We all fantasize from time to time and this was my fantasy. Suddenly Icould see red and blue

I was hammering around town when the hail hit. Nobody can ridethrough hail. At least nobody who buys their own paint jobs. Stopping on the shoulder, I pulled out my rain gear and tried tolean over the tank, to keep the hail from ruining the $1,000 color thatEddie Meeks from Hardly Civilized in the Carolinas

TENNESSEE I rolled Tennessee on the second or third day. I’d lost track ofthe days, the weeks, even the year. Everything was a seamless flow connected by anetwork of glistening August asphalt and flashing dotted lines. The way itshould be. I swept through the Tennessee mountains, climbing, climbing. Theview was stupendous from the Great Northern

From left to right: Bandit, Mad Myron and Special Agent Zebra, Spearfish, South Dakota, Sturgis 2000 MIAMI, FLORIDA “What you’re trying to do is a felony,” the DMV cunt behind thecounter told me bluntly. A rule-crazy jackass, practiced at spouting outby-the-book bull crap, the sorry bitch was clearly taking delight in being able to turn

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