Kwaka triple dreaming...

Forum surfing turns up some wonderful widow makers...

...

...well it's true...

Why? Why not?

Mr B. Martin's soon to be quite rapid CB750/4 Turbo. Something about the two words 'motorcycle' and 'turbo' in the same sentance that makes my eyes click into the 'wide open' position...

...Stay tuned Central New York, it'll be quick...

There's a whole bunch of different here. Still to come is an original Dresda swing arm and possibly rear sets...

Achtung: Will inhale large birds and small children...

No one paints like that anymore! Someone put some love in around the 70's...

Tasty Giro...

Small cc machines, check. Miles and miles of road rally stages timed by officials, check. The Carabinieri cheering you on as you fly through the Italian country side, check. A couple of terse gents posing on their Moto Giro steeds....

...jealous...

...bucket list...

photos courtesy of Dreamengine2 srl...

...with apologies to stuff and junk...

Stuff and junk has been going on sapping my time from what I love most. Two spinning wheels, the lady friend and this rant box I have here that for some reason you lovely people still like to mosey on over to.

...I'll be back soon folks...



...Rosario...

Putting on my chuffed pants...

Most of the parts for my soon to be sorted Honda 4 are flying in this week and I've been getting all giddy.

Other things that get Rosario all giddy...

Getting all South East Asian on a CT90 carrying my Honda 4 donk...

The Suzuki RP68 50cc Grand Prix triple...

V3 that spun to 20,000 rpm punching out 19 shrieking horses...

...with a 14 speed gearbox to keep it in the sweet spot...

Jane Fonda...


.Fin.

Shinya Kimura

The Story is in the leather...

... Still looking for some cow carcass to keep my skin intact, but until I stop putting moolah into my cantankerous Honda 4, i'll keep this perusing in the file marked, "Research" ...

Ever since receiving some second hand racing skins, I've been heavily interested in their manufacturer...

Lewis Leathers opened up shop in old London Town in 1892 as D Lewis Ltd, specializing in general tailoring. Not long after the doors opened, a small niche for creating and altering protective garments for men participating in adventure sports was made apparent. That being flying and motoring type activities I take it and of course it all grew from there...

In 1956 they targeted the youth market directly with the traditional double breasted 'Bronx' jacket, and a certain section of motorcycling society found a uniform...

... Now today, in Sydney at least to pick one of these up new costs around $1500, which is a tad pricey. What I find amusing though is when you send your exact measurements to the shop in London, they'll send a tailor fitted jacket for $1000 AUD. Hrmmm...

In 1970 color made its debut on mens motorcycling jackets with Lewis Leathers. Polarizes people I've found, but i think they look swish...

I have my measuring tape and size chart ready...

The Bad Ass Register...

This guy.

Picture says it all really...

Rockers Run down South...

Ton Up Boys MC threw a ride together down South through the Royal National park. Thought I'd take a few snaps before hand...

Crappy photography thanks to Rosario...

Dear MV Agusta. Keep making these.

Cheers,

Rosario...

Old Mate that owns Love Cafe 3# (the assembly point), rocked up on his 750SS that was particularly peerty...

... as opposed to the other old mate. Duct tape seat on a worn out Duck. Like every Ducati should be...

Blown street tracker Trumpy...

Highly modified square case Duke. Think he only rocked up for the morning ceremony of everyone kicking each other's tires. That or he was that quick that we never saw him again...

Old mate!

Big Jota...

Rough as guts Duke was leaned right over through the twisties. Didn't like traffic though with what either sounded like an aggressive cam, or improper timing. Judging by its pace, i'd say the cam...

Hero of the day. This Indian made the whole 200 kilometer round trip without incident. Old mate Chris inspects!

Honda Four Chopper!

Rockers Run? Ok. Heres some British Iron...

When the weekend beckons...

... you work on your project bike ...

... you stop and admire a 750SF ...

... you wonder how comfortable a CD250 bobber would be ...

... take a really dodgy photo of a beautiful MV 350 Electronica ...

... and say screw it i'll take another shot with the orange one ...

. fin .

The Bad Ass Register...

The screaming side-car siren, who had all the men looking over their shoulder not just cause she was perty...

The very lovely, the very fast...

Dane Rowe...

go go Dane Rowe...

Me and few thousand bikes, and I...

More National Moto Museum goodness...

... Just the race bike section. Gary McCoy's leathers hanging front and center...

Dresda Triton sitting pretty...

Early Norton 350cc Single racer...

It's not a board track replica unless is a girder mounted Villier's stroker...

When video games were made up from the TV not plugged into it...

...aaaaand i'm back!

... apologies to the faithful, I have returned with a ton of moto oriented eye exercises. Been on a few long rides and I'm glad to be back showing off what I have stumbled upon...

If you ever head up the Pacific highway, East Coast Australia, you just might fall into the tiny town of Nabiac NSW. Don't just have a beer there in the joints only pub. Walk around the corner and you will fall into the greatest motorcycling chasm ever comprehended.

I took so many photo's my camera should have blown up...

All will be thrown up over time me thinks. Here are a few for good tidings...

This Trumpy bobber was sitting in the front shop on sale for seven grand!..

You know someone got laid back in the day when he (she?) rolled into town on 'Krusty' the XS650 chopper...

This odd contraption is from the good old USSR. The Soviets brought it to Australia to 'show off' transport made behind the Iron Curtain. This Riga 50cc beast was designed for 'MALE RIDERS'. Good old proletariat...

Lord Starling, Rosario's fabled man friend of long rides, giving his opinion on the collection of monkey bikes...

Spare donks hanging out...