“I love the freedom.” “I ride to avoid traffic on the commute”, “I ride because it helps me clear my head,” or “I just love it!”…We have all reasons why we ride. And, we all know these reasons can change depending on the person or situation. For example, this past weekend, I needed a cinnamon […]
At last, there it is, the bridge over the Colorado River, the viaduct that will deliver me from the oppressive helmet law in CA to the freedom to ride bare headed in AZ. The ride from the O.C. through the inferno known as the Mohave Desert had been grueling beyond imagination. In the middle of
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The bikes involved in the third world adventure. I sat, groggy eyed, fighting the hangover from hell, listening to this guy talking about his “wondrous journey” halfway across the world. Being in this industry, I have heard some far out, wild and crazy shit. As I tried to dig my fingers into the mealworm and
Editor’s Note: This article was supplied to Bikernet courtesy of Cycle Source Magazine and the writer. They do a helluva job printing out-of-the-ordinary road tales and techs. We are proud to re-publish this piece.–BanditPart 1 Still the searcher must ride the dark horse.Racing alone in his fright.Tell me why, tell me why.–Neil YoungWhy would you
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We'd been on the road for a few days, and the group was ready for a break. Traveling across the Midwest is bad enough, but more than a day or two gets real old, real quick. The temps were in the 90s and the crosswinds weren't being kind to us at all. As if on
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KimberlyWriter's Note: It’s finally Friday, and the Bonneville races have officially ended. I’m on a plane back home to USC and I just finished watching The World’s Fastest Indian once again. Let's see how it measured up to my experience. My Bonneville ExperienceI’m on the starting line about to do a run on a 1949
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The date-June 12, 1994 the place-Plymouth Indiana the event-Plymouth Blackhawks Motorcycle Club (chartered 1946,) first ever AMA sanctioned 100+ Mile Dualsport Poker Run. Well, that's what it was. Now sit back and get ready to enjoy one of the funniest stories you will ever read. My name is Drew Gatewood and I have always enjoyed
Thursday, the 28th of February will be my 50th birthday. Needless to say, reflection remains a way of life. My mother recently sent a photograph from 1973, in it I have that straight hair, wear a paisley hippie chick shirt, tight blue jeans, with an obvious teenager attitude. I am ricocheted back to a time
The author and his '39 Chief.Ok, I know it’s ancient but my main ride today is a 1939 Indian Chief. I learned how to ride on one just like it in 1965 as a 19 year old boy from Brooklyn NY and a life long love affair began. My Dad often told me stories about
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This is 1977, Rockford, Illinois. Next to me on the left was Barracuda, and Silent John. I was about 26 at the time, full of piss and vinegar. I was going to the annual Chili Burn at the Hells Henchmen clubhouse. I rode my 93-inch, S&S flywheels, cone Shovel. They didn't make engines back then.
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