Uh, holy fucking crap. This is what a piston from the 215ci v-twin engine concept/build from Bad Dog Cycles looks like! That's 3500cc's of v-twin power! Looks-wise, it'll beat the hell out of the ass ugly Boss Hoss motorcycles too. I have a boner.
I'm no pro, but I like doing shit myself, and making my bikes represent who I am. Screw cookie cutter machines. The greatest artists have a unique style instantly recognizable as their own. So it is with bike builders, the best ones are artists who don't give a shit what the style de jour may be.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Why I don't wave to other riders anymore (and haven't for a few years).
Reason one: I probably don't like you. Chances are good that you're either some chatch on a wayyyy overpowered sportbike (with matching leathers and a summer of riding experience), or an OCC fan who bought into Harleys latest "tough biker guy" marketing campaign (complete with Harley brand boots, jeans, tshirt, jacket, helmet, and shades). No, I don't hate sportbikes or cruisers at all, just the majority of the losers who ride them.
Reason two: If I take my hand off the bar, it'll be to shift gears or rub the leg of the hottie sitting behind me. Otherwise it's doing what it's supposed to be doing-steering the bike. And I'm just too lazy (see reason number three).
Reason three: Have you seen how many fucking bikes are on the road these days? It's obscene. Screw that shit.
Exceptions: When it's March or November and snowing or brutally cold. When it's been raining all day and it's 10 degrees. When it's January and the streets have temporarily melted during a weird warm spell (as in 2 degrees out). When I see a pack of sportbike riders all dressed in matching leathers and helmets (hey, you gotta have balls to be THAT out of the closet!). You get the idea: when all the pussies (no disrespect to the hardass female riders out there) are in their four wheeled cages with the heat and windshield wipers on.
Reason two: If I take my hand off the bar, it'll be to shift gears or rub the leg of the hottie sitting behind me. Otherwise it's doing what it's supposed to be doing-steering the bike. And I'm just too lazy (see reason number three).
Reason three: Have you seen how many fucking bikes are on the road these days? It's obscene. Screw that shit.
Exceptions: When it's March or November and snowing or brutally cold. When it's been raining all day and it's 10 degrees. When it's January and the streets have temporarily melted during a weird warm spell (as in 2 degrees out). When I see a pack of sportbike riders all dressed in matching leathers and helmets (hey, you gotta have balls to be THAT out of the closet!). You get the idea: when all the pussies (no disrespect to the hardass female riders out there) are in their four wheeled cages with the heat and windshield wipers on.
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