By Victor Wanchena
There are some things you should do once in life. Hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, watch the sun rise over the pyramids in Egypt, and ride an Iron Barrel Sportster Chopper. This month’s road test crosses one of those things off the list.
It started like this. “Bruce whose motorcycle is this”, I asked? He replied, “It’s not a motorcycle. It’s a chopper.” “Okay, who’s chopper is this,” I asked? “Mine”, he replied. What I beheld was a vision in 70’s chopper mania. Long, low, loud, lewd, and the list of adjectives goes on as long as the stretched forks.
Most of us are familiar with the chopper craze of the late 1990’s and early 2000’s. That second golden age of chopperdom owes it all to the swanky era of the late 60’s and early 70’s. These machines were subtler and less over the top, but no less creative.
By Paul Berglund
Date: February 27th, Location: 8401 Pearl St, Thornton, CO 80229. That was our goal for day one of our road trip. It’s a Waffle House just East of Denver. You can see a Motel 6 from the parking lot. One of the on line reviews for that particular Motel described it as “sketchy”. It was an accurate summation. We had left St. Paul just after sun up. Our dual sport bikes loaded on the trailer the night before. It was an uneventful trip. I had my iPod jacked into my car stereo to block out the soul crushing boredom that permeates those corn infested states that lay in our path. We pulled into the hotel parking lot as the sun went down.
Day two started with waffles and coffee.
By Thomas Day
There is a punk gangbanger group on Facebook called the Yamaha WR250X and WR250R Public Group. I joined this group about two years ago, because their intro FAQ is all about the useful (and not so useful) things that can be done to make the WR250X/R more fun and practical to ride. I left the group this week because the most outspoken members are consistently spoiled brats. Like a lot of bikers/gun nuts/spoiled children and the rest of the crowd who think their “right” to do any damn thing they please overrides public safety, an undisturbed peace, and their neighbor’s property rights, many of these kids consider themselves above the law and beyond reproach.
By Victor Wanchena
There are some lessons I’ve learned the hard way. The fact that I’m not fast on a motocross track is one of them. This is the story of how I learned that lesson. What follows is a brief recounting of my attempt at motocross racing.
Early last fall I rolled a brand new KTM 300 XC-W into my garage. It’s a hell of a machine. Big power, lightweight, nice suspension… the list goes on. But what it isn’t is a motocross bike. The power is so big it’s a handful to control, the plush suspension bottoms on big jumps, and the gear ratios are spaced wider than the plains of Nebraska. This bike is meant for the woods and enduro races; pretty much anything but motocross.
By Bruce Mike
Working for this fine publication has allowed me to ride a lot of different bikes and I now own two of the bikes I have ridden. My obsession with motorcycles is the reason why I can be found talking about them at least twice a day. Because I’m always talking about bikes, I’ve developed relationships with people who sell, service and even build motorcycles. These relationships have given me opportunities to purchase bikes I may not have otherwise bought.
By Lee Bruns
Some of the great things about a motocross helmet is light weight, great visibility and the built-in sun visor. The bad things are that many are not DOT rated, they can be noisy at highway speeds and they lack a face shield since most offroad riders wear goggles. Helmet needs change as riding habits change. In years past I rode paved roads almost exclusively so my modular flip-front helmet worked fine. Then I started riding and competing at off-road events and my brand X motocross helmet worked fine for that. Now, however, I find that many of my rides begin on pavement and end on a rock-strewn goat path 50 miles away. It was time for a helmet that fit how I ride. Enter the new-for-2015 Bell MX-9 Adventure.