I'm playing with the idea of another custom painted tank. I'd like something more suited to a scrambler/tracker, something with classic lines but in a modern key, and the colour combination can be...let's say, "daring" and "lively", but still stylish. I think I'd like the base colour dark red/bordeaux.What colours go with that?
I played around with Photoshop and what came out was a tribute to a great scrambler of the 70's. Can you guess which one?
If there's a photoshop wizard out there with some spare time, why don't you send me you're creations? I'll post them here for everybody to see! :-)
Funny. I was planning to post this this morning, but didn't have the time.
Then, as I was sitting in my friend's car, driving to our favourite lunch place (which is about 2km from where we work), my friends kindly pointed out that I wasn't wearing the seat belt. As I respectfully said "Thanks, but no thanks", they started telling me all kinds of horror stories about possible and impossible accidents that might happen to me while we were driving along in traffic at 25km/h. At one point there was a (true?) story about a decapitated head falling in a drivers lap.....I swear!
I do wear seat belts most of the time and I always wear a helmet when riding. But there are also times when I decide to take the risk, as I take a risk when eating a hamburger, cross a busy street, smoke a cigarette and other such life threatening activities.
I'm no fan of PC and fear induced safety paranoia, so this is my answer to all Safety Freaks out there.
Written by Carter Edman. June 6th, 2012
Let me stop you right there, mmmm-kay? I can tell by that little intake of breath what’s coming next. Thank you in advance, but I already know that motorcycles are “dangerous.” After nearly twenty years of riding on the streets, I am aware; telling me now will not be a revelation. It is not an insight into my lifestyle that has remained hidden from me until this, the moment of epiphany when you shine the light of outsider wisdom on my foolhardy choices.
There are ways I can minimize the risk — by riding defensively, riding sober, knowing my own and my machine’s capabilities, etc. — but I also know there are some risks that are simply beyond my control. But you know what? There a lots of risks that are within my control. We’ve become so pathologically risk-averse that for most people it is inconceivable to assume any additional risk no matter how much joy you might get back in return.
You want to know what’s truly dangerous? Not taking any risks. Hanging out with like-minded middle-of-the-roaders. Absorbing the same brain-ossifying shit from media factories every day. Jogging. Putting helmets, flotation devices, and auto-deploy epi-pens on your kids every time they leave the house. Passivity. Not paying attention to where your car, or your life, or you country is going.
If you don’t get that, that’s OK. I’m not trying to convert anybody, but here are a few tips to save us both a little aggravation:
You don’t need to tell me the horror story about your uncle’s buddy who wiped out his chopper while drag racing at some hooligan rally. That just makes me wish I were talking to your uncle’s buddy instead of you. He sounds pretty cool.
Do not — do NOT — tell me about the time you almost Sausage Creatured a biker because you “couldn’t see him” or he “came out of nowhere.” I have never known a bike to come out of nowhere, but I have seen plenty of cars pull a Crazy Ivan and turn into a lane occupied by a biker or make an impromptu unsignalled left turn in front of an oncoming me. If you’re expecting me to share your outrage at the temerity of bikers to be in the lane you want, you’re more deluded than a goldfish with a passport. I can’t make you see bikes. I can’t make you hang up your phone. They won’t let me mount a .50-caliber machine gun to my bike. So really, there’s not much I can do to change the outcome of your anecdote, so save it for your coreligionists who also have stick-figure families and giant softball stickers with the name “Tailyr” or “Flynn” or “Shyly” on their rear windows.
I do wear a helmet, as a matter of fact, along with other protective gear. But, the fact that you “certainly hope” I wear a helmet is so condescending it makes me want to ride a tricycle completely naked doing doughnuts in your front yard screaming Beastie Boys lyrics at midnight. Trust me, you do not want that. My buttocks are extremely pale and unsightly, especially in moonlight.
Please, do not complain about bikes parking in car parking spaces. Where are we supposed to park? If they let us park up on the curb like in Europe, we would totally do that, and precious few parking lots have motorcycle parking areas. Most cops already have a hard-on for bikes, so parking anywhere but in a designated spot is asking to be impounded.
Yes, I know, some bikes have very loud exhaust. Maybe it’s obnoxious, but at least you knew they were there, didn’t you? They say loud pipes save lives. I don’t know if that’s true, because there hasn’t been a serious comprehensive study of motorcycle safety since 1981, the poetically named Hurt Report. And yes, I know, at one point you probably saw some kid riding his 600cc sport bike at 100mph doing a wheelie down the freeway. He’s a squid, and he’ll either grow up or just take care of himself. Some bikers do crazy things. Anti-social things. Unsanctioned things. I don’t represent him and he doesn’t represent me — that’s the great part of being a biker. I could be a Lowbrow Weirdo or Antoine Predock or Lyle Lovett or just whatever I want to be.
If you’re really so all-fire concerned about my safety, don’t preach at me. Just do me this one favor: pay attention when you’re driving. Keep your greasy fingers off your touch-screen, put down your phone, use your turn signals and lay off the booze before you get on the road with me. You take care of your part and I’ll take care of mine.
Ever wondered what the bikes of the future might look like?
Wonder no more my friends, because the future is here! Danny Kim, a real life Tony Stark (less the money), designed and developed two amazing electric vehicles in his warehouse called The Lit Motors design house.
One is a foldable scooter-like bike with a very sizable central cargo area and the other is the C-1, an electric, fully enclosed hi-tech 2 wheeler with the incredible (for me) feature of gyroscopic stability, which means it will stand upright by itself and it's almost impossible to fall.
I'm still a petrolhead in my heart with a love for classic and vintage bikes, but this stuff really intrigues and fascinates me.
Found this great heartwarming lil' video about a group of friends and their passion for bikes. Sounds familiar?
Sure it does and that's why we can relate to it so well!
The film shows video footage of a group of young American’s as they travel around the Western States together. According to Scott Toepfer “we tried to build a concept around the positive nature of motorcycling” and show that ‘It’s Better In The Wind’
Finally my day off and what better way to celebrate it than a bike trip in unknown territories? This time Ben and I chose Thailand's south east for our destination. More precisely Tha Takiap, a village on the outskirts of a dam and embraced by lovely hills that reminded me of the landscape around Florence in Italy.
We had a good ride, some rather lousy food, torrential rain and some exciting off-roading. We tried to reach a waterfall that was advertised as being 12km from the main road. As it turned out, Thais are not just bad with timing, but with distances as well. After the expected 12km through thick rain forest (kind of), we arrived at a building, where a lonely guy told us the waterfall was 12 more kilometers further up in the forest. That would have meant about 2 more hours added to the trip. This delay and the fact that Ben's tyres were not really cut out for the territory let us turn around and head homewards. On the way we got pretty soaked...but hey, it's the rainy season and to be expected.
My dad just send me some cool pics from the last (26-27 May) Oltimer Mountain Race that every year brings the little village of Nals in the North of Italy back to life.
Well, the Yamaha SR in 2012 looks as beautiful as it looked in 1978. It's timeless design appealed to quadrillions of people all over the world, including me.
I especially dig those saddlebags and the tank bag....and those golden rims are just up my cup of tea.
If you have anything remotely similar to those bags for sale, please let me know!
