By Sergio Laurente When I stayed home from school sick as a kid in the 1980s, I would watch and re-watch the same VHS tapes that my parents owned. All of which were much more enjoyable than watching whatever crap soap operas that were on in the middle of the day. Two of my
By Kurt Sunderbruch No, this isn’t one of those hand-wringing pieces saying that if you go on a group ride, you will surely die. Yes, I love riding with one or more other riders. As the saying goes; trouble shared is trouble halved, and happiness shared is happiness doubled. Most of my best and
By Kurt Sunderbruch As I write this, I am getting packed to fly off to the UK to ride motorcycles with friends for the next couple of weeks – maybe that sounds frivolous, especially when there is so much great riding available here in the USA, but I disagree. While there is a certain
By Ryan McNerney After getting a few heat cycles through my new set of BT45 tires, I was itching to take a shakedown day trip to help me get a feel for them. The only hard part was picking a destination, but an idea came from an unlikely place; my Oma back in NJ!
By AJ Jacobsen Motorcycles. If you’re reading this, chances are, you ride, know a rider, or have an interest in riding. These two wheeled machines can evoke a wide range of emotions and create a culture all their own. Within that culture there are many sub-cultures, each with unique individuals that collectively make a
By Kurt Sunderbruch Motorcycles are the most amazing curiosity enablers. When I’m out riding, I see things all the time that pique my curiosity. I wonder: “where does that road go?” “Man, that restaurant smells great!” “What kind of car is that?” “What’s in that museum?” These questions come up all the time in
By Kurt Sunderbruch Epilogue Once I arrived back in Nice, I found the condo we had rented in Villefranche sur Mer, and headed to the airport to collect my wife who had just flown down from the UK. End of story, right? Not quite. It was hot and humid in late July down on
By Kurt Sunderbruch Day 4 had arrived, and not a moment too soon. All the competitors, and many of the bikes looked somewhat worse for wear. My bike was rashed up and filthy, and several bikes were showing a creative use of duct tape to keep their bodywork together. A few others were unable
By Kurt Sunderbruch Breakfast on day 3 was made extra fun by being interviewed by a journalist with UK’s Motorcycle Sport & Leisure. Such are the perks of being the only American rider in competition – I was easy to interview. Day 3 promised to be the biggest day in terms of total distance
By Kurt Sunderbruch Part 5 The evening of day 1 provided its own excitement. We joined our fellow competitors for a beer and dinner, and lots of bench racing. There was excited talk and animated hand gestures describing the highlights of the day around the table. Comparing notes on where riders took wrong turns
By Kurt Sunderbruch After a somewhat fitful night of sleep, it was time to get up, pack up, have breakfast, check out, turn in my luggage, and head to the start. Apparently, the organizers wanted to have the start in a place where we could stage all the bikes, have a special test, and
By Kurt Sunderbruch Part 2: With a commitment made to doing it, the next step was to figure out how to do it. The next steps were submitting my entry, arranging a bike, and figuring out the logistics. The entry part would be the easiest, and the arranging the bike would be the hardest,
By Kurt Sunderbruch Prologue: AJ said, “You’ve been riding a long time. You certainly must have some stories about all that riding. Tell those stories.” (maybe not an exact quote, but close enough). This is my best story. It explains more about my riding experience, and what sort of rider I have become than
By Kurt Sunderbruch From the Cambridge English Dictionary: pilgrimage noun uk /ˈpɪl.ɡrɪ.mɪdʒ/ us /ˈpɪl.ɡrə.mɪdʒ/ a special journey made by a pilgrim a visit to a place that is considered special, where you go to show your respect Usually when we hear the term, pilgrimage, it’s in the context of a religious
By Ryan McNerney Pulling into Bakersfield after what felt like hours in the rain, I realized that I had, in fact, spent hours in the rain. My pace down 178 from Lake Isabella clocked in somewhere between “slow as cold molasses” and “glacially slow,” but I had made it into town safe and sound,
By Ryan McNerney “Riding? You’ve got thicker skin than I do; my KTM is hibernating until it gets warmer,” one of the locals told me as he filled his truck’s tank. The air temperature had been steadily dropping as I approached Lake Isabella on 178, and I was glad my Olympia jacket and pants
By Kurt Sunderbruch Do you have a local go-to road? Yeah, me too. I’m lucky enough to live in a place where some really fun roads are within a mile or two of my house. Roads I know well. Roads I feel like I can rely on like old friends. Roads that (almost) always deliver
By Ryan McNerney “What’s that they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men?” I thought to myself as I listened to the patter of the rain on the roof of my tent. I was supposed to be camping in Death Valley at that point; I found myself instead at a KOA campground