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Monday, 19 December 2011

Never too late to donate: A Pakistani boy from a Karachi slum plays with a disused helmet he found. Via:

Friday, 5 August 2011

The Wonderful Electric Elephant. Via: Cybernetic Zoo

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

"(I was) a mobile motorcycle mechanic, specialising in fixing punctures on couriers' bikes around London. The trailer had fifty or sixty inner tubes, a tool box and axle stands etc with half a dozen tyres on top. The bike carried two or three more tyres, a CO2 bottle for tyre inflation, a radio, spare cable and assorted other stuff." Via: Venture Rider

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

The Truth About Video Game Motorcycles. Via: kotaku

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Inside the life and culture of San Francisco's motorcycle messengers.
Pic via: Joe Pemberton

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Via: The International Journal of Motorcycle Studies

Monday, 13 September 2010

James May talks about the perils of over-restoration. Via: The Telegraph

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Riding through Antarctica in 1968. Via: The Velobanjogent

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Via: Pulp International

Sunday, 11 July 2010

"The Ancestor of a bicycle I met in Passau" Via: iwalku2

Friday, 9 July 2010

Via:

The Iron Dream is a metafictional 1972 alternate history novel by Norman Spinrad.

The book has a nested narrative that tells a story within a story. On the surface, the novel presents an unexceptional science fiction action tale entitled Lord of the Swastika. This is a pro-fascist narrative written by an alternate history version of Adolf Hitler, who in this timeline emigrated from Germany to America in 1919 after the Great War, and used his modest artistic skills to become first a pulp-science fiction illustrator and later a successful science fiction writer, telling lurid, purple-prosed adventure stories under a thin SF-veneer. The nested narrative is followed by a faux scholarly analysis by a fictional literary critic, Homer Whipple, of New York University.

Via:

One of the key visual elements in the book with in a book (and often used by the various cover artists of the novel) features a Nazi motorcycle gang called the Black Avengers and their leader Stag Stopa.

The (life-hating halfwits) of the American Nazi Party put the book on its recommended reading list,...despite the obvious satirical intent of the work. In Spinrad's own words:

"To make damn sure that even the historically naive and entirely unselfaware reader got the point, I appended a phony critical analysis of Lord of the Swastika, in which the psychopathology of Hitler's saga was spelled out by a tendentious pedant in words of one syllable.......Almost everyone got the point..."

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

"He’d been grooming them for this moment, practicing their escape route on the Big Wheels, since the trees began encroaching." Via: Unhappy Hipsters

Sunday, 18 April 2010

"In 1921, James Lansdowne Norton, Founder of Norton Motorcycles, went to South Africa on the advice of his doctor. He was 52 years old, his Rheumatism was crippling him and his, as yet undiagnosed, cancer was killing him.

He decided to visit his brother Harry in Durban and took his beloved 633cc Big Four motorcycle and sidecar with him. Despite his failing health, this incredible man decided to research the "colonial market" by embarking on a motorcycle journey that took him 3000 miles through the heart of South Africa. During this expedition he battled intense heat, torrential rains and 35 swollen rivers. He climbed incredibly steep hills and took his motorcycle to hitherto unreached altitudes. Often he resorted to wrapping a bicycle chain around his rear wheel to get enough grip! On his return to England this epic journey was hailed as the greatest motorcycle endurance test ever made.."

Via:

Saturday, 17 April 2010

"A spate of accidents involving mobility scooters may prompt the British House of Commons to debate requiring people who use the vehicles to face strict training and licensing requirements."

Via: Wired

"On the obstacle course at the seventh annual Minsk Olympics here in northern Vietnam, Richard Rastall twisted the throttle on his Soviet-era Minsk motorcycle and gingerly accelerated up a four-foot grass embankment. The bike lurched. Its speedometer fell off.

“It goes with the territory, I suppose,” said Mr. Rastall, a 30-year-old Englishman who lives in Hanoi, fishing in his pockets for duct tape. “But you’ve got to love these bikes, really.”

By James Hookway