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I have a “girl friend”, a separate love interest, that I simply cannot keep my hands off of. This passionate affair dominates my life, is never far from my heart and mind, and oddly, my wife not only tolerates it, she approves, even encourages it. What a great woman.

Eye Candy: MV Agusta Superveloce 1000 Serie Oro

by Road Dirt Crew | Dec 14, 2022 | Bikes & Gear | 0 |

Now the Italians have upped the ante again, by debuting an all-new Superveloce 1000 Serie Oro. It’s limited edition, so out of reach numerically and economically for most, but who among us doesn’t enjoy gazing and gawking at a rolling piece of exquisite motorcycle art? This Serie Oro build most certainly is that. MV Agusta didn’t even debut it at EICMA, opting to unveil it at a “more intimate” gathering nearby, with company dignitaries and select media present. And of course, Ago himself in attendance.

To Give Is To Gain

by Rob Brooks | Dec 5, 2022 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 4 |

Motorcyclists are a generous lot, giving of our time, talents and resources to worthy causes, year-round. During the Christmas season, however, “Biker Goodwill” ramps up even more, with charity rides and events dotting the landscape and nearly every day until the new year. We especially love children’s causes, whether it be for underprivileged boys and girls, kids with severe illnesses, or recent loss and orphaned children. Those definitely tug at our heartstrings. Beneath the leather and loud pipes, we are softies for serving those in need around us.

Harley-Davidson Posts Q3 Report

by Road Dirt Crew | Oct 27, 2022 | Industry & Racing | 3 |

Harley-Davidson has been seeing a remarkable rebound as of late, despite a still struggling post-Covid, recession-pained economic climate. The Milwaukee moto marque has always been resourceful in adversity, as many times over they’ve proven the Mark Twain maxim, “The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”

An Englishman In Ukraine, Part 2

by Neale Bayly | Oct 21, 2022 | Ride Life | 4 |

Setting up camp for a few days in our small, single bedroom apartments, Kiran and I debriefed from the day, both sharing the insane feeling of catching ourselves enjoying the ride and forgetting the war for a while. Any feelings of guilt were soon washed away by the haunting and now familiar sound of the sirens howling out into the night, as we sat discussing our day and the strange intimacy that knowing these could be our last moments induced.