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One year hence
The day I finally earned my UK license. Exactly one year ago today, I earned my UK motorcycle license. Traffic to this blog has increased considerably since then (thank you for reading), so some of you might not know the whole story leading up to that moment. In short, I had earned my U.S. motorcycle endorsement…
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The 12,000-mile service
The before picture. Note the open Haynes manual on the ground. Let me just say right off the bat that I don’t begrudge anyone earning a good wage. Life is hard and if you can earn enough money to make it just a little bit easier on yourself and your family, then more power to…
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The future gets a little clearer
Is this the Victory Fatty? Not too long ago I wrote about how excited I am to see what Victory Motorcycles has up its sleeve for the future. At the time, some sketches had leaked to various motorcycle publications showing multiple styles of bike all sporting a liquid-cooled engine. In that post, I pointed to…
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What I want: Honda CB1100 EX
Falling in love with Honda’s retro machine the CB1100 EX, and considers its potential as a timeless bike.
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2014 Victory Judge – First Ride
The Victory Judge motorcycle is stunning but has inadequate brakes, making it unsafe despite its appealing design and performance capabilities.
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Visor Down and Michelin are my new jam
A motorcycle journey to the Peak District, where I encountered challenges and camaraderie with fellow riders.
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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…
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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…