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Neale Bayly Rides: Grand Plans, Harsh Realities

Posted by Neale Bayly | Aug 7, 2024 | Ride Life | 0 |

MZ’s Moto Memories: 1967 Honda CB160

Posted by Mark Zweig | Nov 17, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

Playing In The Dirt Again

Posted by Rob Brooks | May 4, 2022 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 6 |

Neale Bayly Rides: Grand Plans, Harsh Realities

by Neale Bayly | Aug 7, 2024 | Ride Life | 0 |

Riding my 1973 Honda SL125 onto the ferry back to mainland England from the Island of Jersey with the hangover from hades, just seven days after arriving, the prophetic words of the not-so-friendly policeman we had met were ringing embarrassingly true. Accompanied by my Nit Wit Mate Wibbly, on a slightly newer Honda XL125, our only mission now was figuring out how we could sneak back into town unnoticed: Especially after the fanfare of the local newspaper announcing our “round-the-world” motorcycle trip just two weeks earlier.

MZ’s Moto Memories: 1967 Honda CB160

by Mark Zweig | Nov 17, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

Back when I was about 14 years old, I traded my 1972 Jawa 90 back to Don Heida at Heidacycle in Fenton, Missouri, for a black 1967 Honda CB 160, even up. I liked it because it had a bigger engine than my Jawa, as well as an electric start. Part of the deal was that Don had to install a brand new set of “Scrambler XO” high straight side pipes with a pair of “Snuff or Nots” in the end of each pipe, and deliver the bike to my house in Kirkwood, Missouri.

Playing In The Dirt Again

by Rob Brooks | May 4, 2022 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 6 |

I am chasing Barry down another rarely-travelled unpaved road out in east central Georgia, barely able to make out his silhouette ahead of me from the cloud of red clay and gravel dust he and others ahead of him are kicking up. I’m alternating between sitting and standing, bouncing and sliding along about 45 mph, hard on the little 300’s throttle, trying to keep them at least vaguely in sight. I am telling myself, audibly at times, “Relax, breathe, keep a loose grip on the grips, let the bike float and move beneath you. You’re doing fine.”