Chris Cope

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  • Visor Down and Michelin are my new jam

    Visor Down and Michelin are my new jam

    A motorcycle journey to the Peak District, where I encountered challenges and camaraderie with fellow riders.

  • Kids these days

    The kids are alright. A lot — in fact, most — of my connection to the wider motorcycling world comes via the interwebs. And I’ve talked before about the fact there are a number of revolving themes within the internet side of that community: helmets, and filtering, and holding a vociferous opinion on Harley-Davidson, and…

  • Visiting the Fleece Inn

    The Fleece Inn A few miles from the quaint Cotswold market town of Evesham lies the Fleece Inn, a pub with a history stretching back more than 600 years. I’m a sucker for that sort of thing. I love the idea of sitting in a place that’s been around since before any Europeans even knew…

  • Worth waiting for

    Worth waiting for

    Victory Motorcycles is evolving

  • Patience is a virtue

    You could have been mine… I never really told the story of my almost buying a Bonneville, did I? Back in February, I took a test ride on the Triumph Bonneville and was instantly enamoured with the idea of owning one. Triumph’s TriStar financing would have been necessary to make it happen. The sales guy drew…

  • What I want: Honda NM4 Vultus

    What I want: Honda NM4 Vultus

    The Honda NM4 Vultus is a uniquely designed motorcycle, combining innovative features, storage, and futuristic aesthetics.

  • The great Harley-Honda dilemma

    A group of Harley enthusiasts smash up a Honda.No doubt the Honda still ran afterward…  “Sounds to me the CBF600 has everything you want in a bike except for the image you seem to be looking for.” That’s a comment from Steve Johnson in response to a previous post about reconsidering my opinion of the…

  • Through the fog

    The view from my house, before things got bad. Fog is a part of the British experience. It works its way into countless Charles Dickens and Arthur Conan Doyle tales, serving as a sort of plot device to allow terrible things to be done unseen. In the late 19th century and early 20th century, pollution-laden…