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Route 66 Turns 100: Tour With EAGLERIDER This Summ...

Posted by Rob Brooks | Mar 19, 2026 | Rides & Roads | 0 |

MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 5

Posted by Mark Zweig | Sep 13, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 2

Posted by Mark Zweig | Jun 21, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 1 |

Route 66 Turns 100: Tour With EAGLERIDER This Summer

by Rob Brooks | Mar 19, 2026 | Rides & Roads | 0 |

EAGLERIDER is sponsoring an epic adventure on the world famous route in this 100th anniversary year, leading a tour from the road’s beginning point in Chicago, all the way across the continent, to the terminus at the Santa Monica Pier. Billed as the “Route 66 Centennial Tour”, EAGLERIDER is inviting only 66 riders worldwide to join them on the 16-day epic journey, riding out of Chicago on June 23rd and arriving in Santa Monica on July 8th.

MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 5

by Mark Zweig | Sep 13, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

When I was about 13, I bought myself a brand-new 1972 Jawa “Cross 90” (that’s what it said on its sidecover) from Don Heida at Heidacycle in Fenton, Missouri. It listed for $275, about the cheapest new 90 one could buy at that time, and I paid an extra $20 to get some new Nitto knobbies on it in place of the stock Czechoslovakian rubber that it came with. Total price was $295 out the door. I even still have the bill of sale for it in a box in my garage attic somewhere!

MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 2

by Mark Zweig | Jun 21, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 1 |

So on a warm summer evening, Matt and I took off on a 50-plus mile ride to the campground. We were on a two-lane rural highway when the sky opened up out of nowhere (we didn’t have weather forecasts on our phones back then like we do today) and completely drenched us through and through. But that didn’t stop us. We kept riding. And eventually, we got to a small town with a laundromat smack dab in the middle of it, right on the highway we were riding. The door was propped open and the lights were on. I don’t know who thought of it, Matt or me, but we quickly pulled over and ducked inside to escape the rain.