There I am, ripping down the hill after midnight aboard a TT-R50 with an Acid cigar lit, about to engage in some relaxing conversation with a good neighbor.
The big question for me was "Is there such a thing as motorcycle brand loyalty anymore?" I suppose it depends on how you define loyalty.
Based on my years of totally unscientific research, if I were to design my own motorcycle helmet, what features would it have? Let’s see…
"Overall it was a pretty good weekend...well, at least until my engine puked," says Marc Rittner after round four of WERA 2017.
With the loss of Hayden, Cornell and Allman, the only death I enjoyed was the end of May. Go screw yourself, May 2017. I’m glad you’re gone.
Nicky never lost that boyish charm, that big grin, and that pure love of sliding the bike. It’s just too cruel and frustrating that he was taken from us.
Here’s what you need to know to enjoy the True Value Thunder Valley National, Round 3 of the 2017 Lucas Oil Pro Motocross Championship Series.
With development starting in 1968, the 350cc Triumph Bandit and its BSA Fury 350 counterpart were to hit the showrooms in the 1971 model year.
Corsa Moto Classica is the most fun race of the year, with motorcycle sights and sounds that make it more like a racetrack carnival than club race weekend.
The May 2017 issue of Ultimate Motorcycling marks the last time you will see with Andrew Oldar as an Associate Editor, UM's off-road/MX contributor.
Marc Rittner's initial thoughts before the 2017 amateur race season: 'As a motorcycle racer, having OCD is both a blessing and a curse.'
Some moto memories continuously resonate, especially those from the “newbie” days of riding. Mine involve an '85 Honda XR350 and a '01 Kawasaki ZR-7S.
I nearly died when I was 14 years old. The memories of that July day have yet to surface 23 years later.
To fill those otherwise vacant hours spent in class during High School fighting off sleep, I was dreaming up motorcycles in my motorcycle sketchpad.
That ZR-7S helped develop my “Interstate Love Song,” one that was much cleaner than the troubling images Scott Weiland sang about.