Brian's World

Another Reminder to Ride Safe

2008-05-05T21:22:00.000-05:00

I spent this past weekend at the second annual Eureka Springs ZZR1200 Rally. Sadly, a ZZR rider from Missouri crashed on Talimena Scenic Byway Friday afternoon. He and his motorcycle left the roadway and struck a tree. Despite him wearing all the right safety gear and aggressive and immediate CPR administered by those riding with him, he died on the scene. (Obituary is here.)

I'd just been through there that morning with my friend Greg Ruffin, both of us mounted on our CBR1000RR's en route to Eureka Springs. (In fact, we passed that southbound group somewhere south of Ozark, recognizing the bikes and our mutual friend Crazytrain in the lead. We turned around, figuring they'd stop to say hello, but they continued on. Because we hadn't had lunch and were heading in the opposite direction, we didn't chase them down.) I'd also been through there two weeks ago with my friends Danny and Kim (ref the video in my last post, filmed on that very road). I'd felt extremely confident on my Triumph Tiger two weeks ago, never out of control at speeds averaging 70 mph. On the CBRs this past weekend at significantly higher speeds, both Greg and I admitted to being a bit sloppy. It'd been some time since we'd "ridden the CBRs in anger" and it took most of that first day to shake out the cobwebs. There'd also been a fair amount of pine debris on the road surface from the storms the night before. For these reasons, Greg and I had both backed off the throttle a bit, but I can't help being reminded that an accident is just a thin margin of error removed. I often contemplate an accident scenario -- an overcooked corner, an imperfect and/or poorly evaluated road surface, an approaching vehicle with no respect for the centerline ... any of the dozens of potential pitfalls -- but I never punctuate my ruminations with death. Road rash. Bumps and bruises. Maybe a broken bone or two. These things I expect. Never death.

It's a sobering reminder that there's great risk in what we do. Group rides often bring out some rather unsavory dynamics. Never ride over your head. There's nothing to prove, nothing to gain, and everything to lose. "Ride your own ride." It's an oft-repeated and simple mantra. Sadly, I think it's very often an empty platitude with group rides. Blame peer pressure. Blame testosterone. Blame the simple courtesy of not wanting to hold up everyone else. It doesn't really matter why it happens. The simple truth is that it happens more often than not. At last year's rally, there were five crashes. Amazingly, there were no serious injuries. This year, there was only the one crash, but it was certainly one too many.

Personally, I think I'll be reevaluating my own participation in such group rides in the future. I honestly can't recall a single one where I haven't seen some seriously dangerous and stupid riding take place. And, yes, I'm honest enough to admit that some of that dangerous and stupid riding was done by yours truly.

My heart goes out to the wife and two daughters who thought Daddy was just going away for a fun weekend of riding the motorcycle he loved so much. I can't even imagine what it must have been like for his wife, having a Missouri State Trooper come to her door with no other information than "Ma'am, you need to contact the Oklahoma State Police." How long did it take to make that call, heart in her throat? How many times was she agonizingly put on hold and transferred from one person to another until she reached someone who gave her the worst of all possible news? And how do you deliver such dreadful news to your children?

Let's all be careful out there. Life is a very fragile thing.

Talimena Drive

2008-04-17T19:59:00.000-05:00

This past weekend, Danny, Kim, and I embarked on our second annual "We Don't Know Where We're Going" Tour. We wound up in Arkansas again and had a fantastic time. Danny and Kim were on their brand new shiny red 2008 BMW R1200GS Adventure. I was mounted on my Triumph Tiger. Returning home Sunday morning, we rode the Talimena Scenic Byway, that twisty stretch of pavement between Mena, Arkansas and Talihina, Oklahoma. The sun was shining and it was about 45 degrees -- perfect weather to shoot some video.

Thanks for a great weekend, Danny and Kim!

Another Video Captures My Day...

2008-02-12T19:38:00.000-06:00

This one's from Ducati of Santa Barbara. There's that damn clock ticking away again, counting down the wasted moments of my life. But, hey, at least I have the Hypermotard waiting patiently for my release, just like the guy in this absolutely rocking video.

What Will They Think of Next?

2008-01-22T19:59:00.001-06:00

A Reminder to Ride Safely: "Morning Fall"

2008-01-21T10:38:00.001-06:00

Morning Fall

I Can Relate...

2008-01-21T09:52:00.000-06:00

This is so like my work day ... watching that clock, waiting for the moment when I can hop on the bike and get outta there. Then, arriving in the driveway, and thinking do I park it or turn around and ride some more. Okay, so maybe I don't blitz on over to Africa or South America every afternoon, but every ride is an adventure!

Kudos to Yamaha for an awesome commercial that captures the spirit of motorcycling.

What Every Well-Dressed Harley Will Soon Be Wearing...?

2008-01-09T19:03:00.000-06:00

The amazing new ... Bike Diaper!

Yes, apparently, it is real. I'm sorry, I just can't stop laughing...

It's Your Noggin...

2008-01-04T18:37:00.001-06:00

I always enjoy European motorcycle safety advertising. Our friends across the pond seem to have a way of getting straight to the point, and they seem much less concerned with offending or shocking their audience than those of us here in the politically correct U.S. of A.

Prime example is this campaign advocating the use of helmets.

Cool.

I knew there was a reason I always wear one.

And I Heard Him Exclaim 'ere He Rode Out of Sight...

2007-12-25T11:50:00.000-06:00

..."Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!"

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year's. I look forward to riding with all my friends in 2008.

2008 Ducati 1098R Unveiled in Dallas

2007-12-02T17:45:00.001-06:00

This weekend, I had the pleasure of attending the North American unveiling of the Ducati 1098R at Advanced Motorsports (AMS) in Dallas, Texas. AMS store owner and national racing champion Jeff Nash has pre-sold 30 of the new bikes. According to J.P. Canton, spokesman for Ducati's North American division, Nash has sold more 1098R's than any other dealer in the world -- no small feat when you consider that the Italian motorcycle, new for 2008, carries a price tag of $72,500! Because of his sales acumen and his long-standing relationship and reputation with Ducati, Nash's 1098R, flown from the factory in Bologna, Italy especially for this event, is probably the first of its kind on American soil. This is the bike Troy Bayliss will be using to contest the World Superbike Championship next year. And with any luck, this will also be the bike that brings Ducati back to the AMA Superbike Championship.

AMS threw quite the party with free food and liquor, rock-n-roll, a fashion show featuring my second favorite thing to gaze upon -- lovely, scantily-clad women (second only to motorcycles, of course) -- a dance, and a chance for Ducatisti (those motorcyclists who, like me, are smitten with the styling and performance of the svelte Italian two-wheelers) to gather and talk about all things Ducati. I've definitely never seen an event like this at my Honda dealer -- ha!

I had an incredible time -- such a great time, in fact, that I totally forgot that I was also there to pick up something I had ordered for my Hypermotard. (It could have been all the wine!) Guess I'll be going back...

Many thanks to Jeff and Toni Nash and the entire crew at Advanced Motorsports for a wonderful evening.

Sure, I got mine...

2007-11-20T21:09:00.001-06:00

...but you might still be interested in the great reviews this bike continues to rack up.

Ducati's Hypermotard - a bike so pure in execution and intent that it truly is the heart and soul of motorcycling.

Read the entire review here.

They Say that a Picture is Worth a Thousand Words...

2007-11-18T18:30:00.000-06:00

...so here are several thousand words written in bright Eye-talian red in my very own living room. If you have to ask what it is, you haven't been paying attention. LOL.

Hypermotard: "Good for tearing around town, making a nuisance of yourself..."

2007-11-12T18:55:00.000-06:00

Lust is an Ugly Thing (BMW's new F800GS)

2007-11-12T12:23:00.000-06:00

I don't know ... I've been thinking, after the Hypermotard, my next object of desire would be the R1200GS Adventure, especially after seeing the new 2008 model in red. Now I'm not so sure. I mean, just look at the all new F800GS in yellow (revealed in Milan this past weekend). Oh my...

Of course, the R1200GS Adventure is awful purty too...

What a decision to have to make, eh? The future's so bright, shades are not enough ... not nearly enough...

Hypermotard: The Media Storm Never Ends

2007-11-11T17:01:00.000-06:00

Yet another review.

I'm not quite sure why, but the whole feel of the Hyper taunts you into being anti-social at every opportunity ... Nearly every time I found myself in traffic, someone in a nearby car would be looking at me and smiling or gesturing for me to open up the bike. Not wanting to disappoint, and being taunted by the bike, I nearly always complied ...

Color me antisocial.

M is for Motorcycle Show

2007-11-11T13:55:00.000-06:00

I spent the weekend in Dallas visiting friends, making a ... uh ... business transaction (details to follow in the coming weeks), and attending the International Motorcycle Show in Fort Worth.

Saw a lotta nice new scooters:

BMW's gorgeous K1200S, sporting a new color scheme ... an eventual replacement for my beloved ZZR1200?

I think I'd rather have a ZX-14 (dubbed the ZZR1400 in Europe, which tells you its lineage).

Maybe this beautiful custom ZX-14?

Then there's the all new Hayabusa to consider.

One thing's for sure, I definitely WON'T be looking to replace my 2006 CBR1000RR with a 2008 model. Talk about fuglying up a sexy machine! After seeing photos, I'd hoped these would look better in person ... nope.

A face only a mother could love. I am SO glad I bought a 2006 model this year.

Conversely, the GSXR is looking very nice for 2008. I like this pearl model.

The new BMW X-Challenge. I could see one of these in my garage. It's a stretch to the saddle, though -- definitely taller than my Dakar -- which I wasn't expecting. In fact, it's as tall as KTM's 950R Super Enduro. What, are we only designing such bikes for David Knight now?

And look what Honda's done to my little CRF230F! The new CRF230L is street legal.

But I think I prefer Yamaha's new XT250. Either would make a great entry-level dualsport.

There were race bikes on display, like Casey Stoner's motoGP winning Ducati.

And, of course, there were custom choppers. Motorcycle art. Nice to look at. Good for getting you laid, I suppose.

If I ever did go back to riding something other than sportbikes, dirtbikes, and dualsports, one of these Victory cruisers might top the list. I still feel the riding position is like getting up on the table for a gynecological exam, though...

But they are pretty without approaching the total piss poor handling of a custom chopper.

Winner of the Ugliest Bike in Show Award goes to either the Suzuki B-King (let's just go ahead and rename it the Puke King) or...

... the Victory Vision. Greg loved both of them, though, proof that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I told him if he ever traded his Wing in for a Vision that the days of traveling with me were over.

Yes, this bike really does make your ass look fat.

I was digging on the Aprilia Tuono ...

... and the new Shiver -- though neither of the Aprilias have the pure unadulterated sex appeal of Ducati's Hypermotard...

... which is now available in black for 2008 ("S" model only). I still prefer the red.

Also on display in the Ducati area was the new 848 sportbike. I think I'd still rather have a 1098, but this pearl 848 was just stop-you-in-your-tracks sexy.

One thing's for sure -- a fact I've mentioned before and the show just drove it home for me once again -- this is an incredible time to be a motorcyclist, with more choices and fantastic machines available than ever before. I am so glad I'm here to see it and capable of riding.

See ya out there on the road somewhere, eh?

At Risk of Pushing Ed Over the Edge...

2007-11-04T20:57:00.001-06:00

...be sure to check out "The Ultimate Hypermotard." At $66,500, though, I don't think I'll be adding this model to my riding stable!

What If Motorcyclists Didn't See You?

2007-11-03T22:18:00.000-05:00

Hypermotard: More Media Attention Than Any Other New Model in History?

2007-11-02T15:05:00.000-05:00

No doubt about it, that's some serious drop-dead-sexy eye-candy. Nicole Scherzinger is pretty damn hot, too! If this sort of mindless bee-bop crap ain't your thing, though, you might want to mute it or even skip forward to about 2 minutes and 57 seconds into the video clip. That's where my Italian beauty makes her appearance.

The Future's So Bright, You Gotta Wear Shades...

2007-11-02T14:49:00.001-05:00

It just keeps getting better and better for dualsport/adventure motorcyclists, with new models being introduced faster than I can keep up with them. This then is BMW's highly anticipated F800GS. Looks like the proverbial cat's meow to me. Parallel twin engine making somewhere in the neighborhood of 85 ponies. Probably doesn't weigh any more than my Dakar. Oh, mama!

More information will probably be released at the International Motorcycle Show in Milan coming up soon.

We live in exciting times, people...

Ride Report: "Crouching Tiger, Twisty Dragon"

2007-11-01T20:54:00.000-05:00

10 days on the road. Nearly 3,300 miles. Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky. The Tail of the Dragon, Blueridge Parkway, Cherohala Skyway, and others. Biltmore House. Mammoth Cave.

Read all about it as it comes together in this thread at RideOK or on my website.

Ducati Hypermotard: Even CNN Takes Notice!

2007-10-31T16:28:00.000-05:00

In their "Art of Life" segment, CNN recently acknowledged Ducati's ever growing share of the motorcycling marketplace by visiting the Ducati plant in Bologna, Italy. Naturally, the show featured the Hypermotard (as well as the 1098 and Casey Stoner's domination of the 2007 motoGP Championship).

You can watch the video here.

It won't be long now ...

Adrenaline Overdrive: Dr. Sardonicus Hypermotard Video

2007-10-29T16:23:00.000-05:00

Oh my. Watching this thing damn near gives me a heart attack. I've seen Dr Sardonicus's videos before. First one I ever saw ("Slidewinder") totally redefined motorcycle videos for me. Just unfreakingbelievable. The many ways he hangs a camera off a bike to get such superb video footage ... the way he captures the essence of acceleration and lean angles ... the professional editing and post-production work ... and his riding. Incredible stuff. Just effing incredible.

Well, Dr Sardonicus -- bless his adrenaline-addicted heart -- has gone and added a Ducati Hypermotard to his riding stable. Naturally, he's sharing some of that riding with those of us still salivating over the bike and waiting for the day when we take delivery of our own.

Watch this video. If this doesn't get the blood pumping, you're already dead. Be warned, if you don't want one of these bikes already, you will after watching this video.

Destination: Crossbar Ranch Offroad Park, Davis, Oklahoma

2007-10-28T22:05:00.000-05:00

Sunday, 30 Sep 07. (All photos compliments of Danny and Kim Holloway, cause I was too busy trying to remain vertical!)

So James Pratt calls me one Friday evening and says, "Hey, Sunday morning, some of us are heading down to Crossbar Ranch in Davis. You wanna bring that badass new 450 of yours and come along?"

The question, of course, was rhetorical. James knows good and well it doesn't take much to get me out on one of my bikes. Crossbar Ranch? Never been there. That was reason enough to say yes. The place was supposed to be huge (6,500 acres!). It had once been a working ranch, but was now owned by the city of Davis and had just survived an attempted buyout which would have shut down the offroad park. Oklahoma dirtbikers had descended on the city council meeting in droves a month or so back. Believe it or not, the city council had listened to them and voted not to sell. Amazing!

Sunday being Danny's birthday, I thought, "What better way to spend your birthday than riding your dirtbike!" so I gave him a call. His wife Kim decided to join us. Danny and I convinced her to ride my CRF230F instead of her street-legal Suzuki DR200. The CRF's suspension is better and there are no signals and lights and whatnot to break. I don't think she ever did get comfortable on it, though. I think she was worried about throwing it down and damaging it or something. I kept telling her not to worry. I've taken about a thousand soil samples with that bike; there was no way she was gonna hurt it.

Danny would be on his WR450, and I'd be on my new CRF450X, which I'm still trying to get accustomed to. After a year and a half of wringing the snot out of the little 230, learning to ride the powerful 450 is a whole new ballgame. Riding the 450, I alternate between sheer terror and maniacal giggling. The funny thing is that the two reactions are pretty much indistinguishable from one another. Ha!

Sunday morning, the Birthday Boy swung by my place with his trailer and WR in tow. We strapped on my two Hondas -- and we were off!

Crossbar Ranch is in the heart of the Arbuckle Mountains, about 90 miles south of OKC. We arrived to find Brad, the guy who runs the place, leaving in his truck on a gas run or something. "Drive 3 miles south until you see the American flag," he said. "Park and wait for me there. I'll be right back."

So we tried to follow his directions -- honest. This place is really out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Where the hell's that flag? A local guy in a truck passed us and we flagged him down to ask where the parking area was located. "Turn right and you'll find it." So we did. Up and down the hills ... rocks and rocks and more rocks ... bumpy two-track just barely wide enough for Danny's truck (and my arm, hanging out the window, got smacked a time or two with pine branches) ... until eventually we decided the local had played a nasty trick on us. This couldn't be the right way. There was no room to turn around the truck and trailer, but somehow Danny managed it. I thought for sure we were going to have to unhook the trailer, but Danny knows what he's doing. He had to drop the truck into 4wd, though, and hop a few boulders, but he got turned around.

We drove back to the main road and continued south, all the while expecting to find a tall pole and a big American flag snapping in the breeze. Eventually ... hell, that looks like a parking area. After all, there's even a port-a-potty. We stopped. A few minutes later, Brad comes by in his truck and starts fussing at us, wanting to know what the hell we were doing stopping when he'd given us very clear directions to drive "exactly 3 miles, no more, no less, until you see the flags!" Damn city folk, can't follow simple directions! We explained about the guy in the truck who'd sent us off on a wild goose chase. "What the hell are you doing listening to the locals?!?!" he admonished. "You'd never find your way back to civilization listening to them. It's a wonder you're not hopelessly lost right now, waiting on me to send out a search party!" He chewed us out for a few more minutes, then finally sent us on to the parking area with our tails between our legs.

Arriving, we saw two tiny American flags (the kinda flags you glue to Popsicle sticks!) flapping from a nondescript sign about the size of a postcard. Danny actually thought it'd be funny to ask the guy where the flags were. I thought Brad was gonna burst a blood vessel or something! I think this was about the time he told Danny to tell me to slow down in the parking area. We had unloaded the bikes and I was zooming back and forth across the field at a high rate of speed, popping wheelies. Just warming up my bike, doncha know. The parking area was the size of three football fields and was occupied by a whole 3 vehicles, but Barney -- which was the name Danny gave him and forever more shall he be known -- was worried I'd hit something.

Anyway, we paid our $10 each (actually, Danny paid for all three of us -- what a sweetheart to pay my way on his birthday!) and signed waivers saying we wouldn't sue if we fell off our bikes and broke a bone or something. Then Barney showed us a map of the trails. The map was pretty straightforward, but Barney commenced to scribbling all over it with a black pen, crossing out some sections of trail and adding in others. His directions were so cryptic and convoluted that we were totally lost. Going over the map and the rules, he must have told us ten times not to ride on the road. "We closed this section, so you have to turn left by the split cedar tree. Go straight until you see the cactus that looks like Jesus. You absolutely cannot ride on the road, but I mowed a section beside the road over here, so follow the mowed section, then cross the road by the big rock that looks like an elephant's ass and go past the fence post with the blue ribbon ..." and on and on. (I didn't mention that "crossing the road" would mean that we were actually on the road!).

The scribbled-upon Crossbar map, guaranteed to confuse the hell outta city folk!

Eventually, we gathered that despite its size there were really just two loops to Crossbar Ranch. The easy loop (11.5 miles, 45 minutes of riding according to Barney) and the hard loop (21.5 miles, 3 to 5 hours). We decided to try the easy loop first.

About this time Adam Pratt and Phil Templeton showed up. Seems James wasn't going to make it. Adam and Phil are both great riders. Phil used to race, and Adam ... well, Adam is graced with a lot of natural talent and the fearless bravado of youth. I've eaten both their dust at CrossTimbers before; can't even begin to hang with them on my best day.

Danny and Kim.

Danny, Kim, and I tried to get a head start on them on the easy trail, but it didn't take long at all before they blasted past us. I was running out in front of Danny and Kim, forging ahead and then stopping and waiting for them to catch up. The trail was littered with a lot of large rocks, but you could generally work your way through them, occasionally riding over the rocks for short stretches. The scenery was nice. There was a lot of cactus: prickly pear and these purple flowers that kinda reminded me of thistles, but they were hard and prickly. One smacked me a good one on the arm in passing and hurt like hell. You don't really want to fall at Crossbar, because you're guaranteed to land on something that's gonna hurt, be it rocks or cactus or rattlesnakes.

I was running the new fender packs on the 450 -- front and rear. The front was pretty stable, but I wasn't sure the rear pack would stay on the bike, even though I'd Dremel'd out some little notches in the fender for the fasteners to grab. I'd told Danny to watch the trail behind me just in case one of them separated from the bike. Sure enough, the rear pack didn't stay on. (I've since bolted it to the fender so that it can't possibly come off.) Danny thought it was pretty funny to come across the pack lying in the middle of the trail. Naturally, his camera came out: payback for me making fun of him in Mexico earlier this year when he'd lost his tool tube on the trail.

Danny finds my fender pack on the trail.

We all did good on the easy trail. I was having a blast on the 450, really opening it up through some of the wide open sections. Felt like I knew what I was doing. Little did I know how humbling the remainder of the day would be. It was time, you see, to ride the difficult loop. Kim opted to remain behind at the truck while the four of us went to see how difficult it was. I wish I'd stayed behind with her!

Kim on my CRF230F, riding like a pro.

I'd be lying if I didn't confess that the northern loop at Crossbar put an ass-whuppin' on me. I think I fell four or five times, always on the rocks. This is most definitely not an easy trail. There are a lot of steep sections that are nothing but rocks. Large rocks. The only way to climb that stuff is balls-to-the-wall, on the pegs, weight over the bars. I lacked commitment. I lacked cojones. The rocks -- let's just call them boulders -- would bounce my front end this way and that until eventually I lost all momentum. Inevitably one foot or the other would search for the ground, find nothing but air, and over I would go. Crunch! All my falls were easy tip-overs, a sure sign that you just aren't committing to the terrain.

On short stretches of rocky terrain like this, you generally have time to recover when the bike gets out of shape, but the rocks here were endless. The only way to ride it is to have big ones, maintain enough momentum to sail over that stuff. The 450 has the right stuff. It just needed a better, more experienced rider.

Every time I think I know what I'm doing on a dirtbike, a nice humbling trail like this one reminds me I've only been doing this for a couple years and that I'm a 47-year-old, out-of-shape engineer-slash-writer.

CRF on the ground. Bahwolf on his last legs. Insert all the usual business about it being much steeper than it looks and so forth.

After some of the steep climbs or treacherous downhill sections, Phil and Adam would stop and wait on Danny and me to catch up (Danny can't keep up with those two either, but mostly he was hanging back with me that day -- even helping to pick up my bike on more than one occasion). When we'd catch up, Phil (who'd ridden here before and actually helped to cut some of the trail) would assure me that the trail was gonna get a whole lot easier just around the next bend. Every time he said this, the damn trail would get harder!

Eventually, the northern trail ("red trail" on Barney's map) crossed a road. I don't even think we were halfway through the loop. Barney was there in his truck and asked us how we were doing. "Where's the shortcut outta here?" I asked. I wasn't kidding. I confessed that I was done. We'd already been on this trail for like 2 hours and it was kicking my ass. Danny looked a little disappointed, but agreed to bail out with me. Though it was against the rules, Barney let us ride on the road back to the parking area, but he insisted on leading us in his truck. 6,500 acres of emptiness, but Barney's afraid we're gonna disobey the 15 mph speed limit or something.

Me, Adam, and Phil. Adam's giving Crossbar the big thumbs up. He and Phil sailed through treacherous terrain that had me flopping about on the ground like a polliwog washed ashore.

When we rejoined Kim at the truck, we both told her she should be glad she hadn't gone with us. I told her that I wished I had stayed with her! I think she wanted to make another run at the southern loop, but once he was off his bike Danny discovered he was very sore. So sore, in fact, that I had to load the bikes on the trailer, as Danny could barely move. I think this might be in part due to a fall he took. He was walking back down a steep hill, you see, to help me when he slipped and fell on his ass. Sorry, buddy. But at least I wasn't carrying a camera and didn't take a picture of it. Ha!

Danny and his WR450.

Phil does the "I'm the King of the World!" thing while Adam wonders if I'll ever catch up.

With the bikes loaded, we got the hell outta there. On the way home, we stopped at a Mexican restaurant in Norman and I bought Danny a birthday dinner. Least I could do for my brutha-from-a-different-mutha.

We will be going back. Danny and I have already discussed it. I left something there, ya see. A bit of pride or something. I gotta go back. Maybe that trail will kick my ass again. If it does, I'll just be going back again. Eventually, I'll beat it. Count on it.

Oh, I asked Phil -- when I saw him at Clayton last weekend for the Oklahoma Dualsport Rally -- if that trail ever did get any easier. "Brian," he said, "you can be glad you quit when you did, because it only got harder." It even took down Phil and Adam before it was all said and done.

Damn.

I Can't Take Much More of This...

2007-10-26T17:15:00.000-05:00

Yet another glowing review of Ducati's Hypermotard.

If your momma was hip to motorcycles, this is the kind of bike she might want you to stay away from...

::heavy sigh::