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Analog- 1993 Honda VFR 750

Posted by Ted Edwards | Dec 23, 2025 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 5 |

Dunlop Q5 Motorcycle Tire Test

Posted by Ted Edwards | Jun 30, 2023 | Bikes & Gear | 2 |

Better Than The Tail

Posted by Ted Edwards | May 8, 2023 | Rides & Roads | 67 |

Analog- 1993 Honda VFR 750

by Ted Edwards | Dec 23, 2025 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 5 |

In a digital world driven by touchscreens, scrolling menus and artificial intelligence there lives a Unicorn, a 1993 VFR 750. In this electric world measured by binary strings of 1s and 0s she is a deliciously analog endangered species driven by feel, a deft but heavy touch, proper feel at the levers. Her cockpit is full of spinning number odometers and sweeping white needles on black numbered faceplates that don’t disappear when the bike turns off. When I feel saturated by screen time and need to unplug and return to the heart of motorcycling, the core of who I am, I ride The Unicorn.

Dunlop Q5 Motorcycle Tire Test

by Ted Edwards | Jun 30, 2023 | Bikes & Gear | 2 |

Last fall, Dunlop introduced it’s newest releases in hypersport rubber, the Q5 and Q5S, replacing the track focused Q4 and grippy but street oriented Q3+ in Dunlop’s lineup. Being curious, I purchased a set of Q5S out of my ridiculously abundant Road Dirt paycheck, spooned them on my Honda Superhawk and headed to The Ridge Motorsports Park in Shelton, Washington.

Better Than The Tail

by Ted Edwards | May 8, 2023 | Rides & Roads | 67 |

Legends grow as they roll along. Like snowballs they gather hyperbole packed deep in layers until the truth is buried somewhere way beneath. Telling and retelling of ancient stories swell the past until they take on a life of their own, only resembling the original in hazy memory. Good days far removed become epic, the older I get the faster I was and ancient asphalt snakes become the Nurburgring.
Highway 129, i.e. The Tail Of The Dragon, is such legend. Its 318 curves in 11 miles are fact, but there is also some legend around this stretch of twisty tarmac. The Tree of Shame, that tree at the beginning whose bark is a mangled plastic fairing testament to poor decisions adds to the lore, attracting swarming moths of sporty pretenders on everything from Honda Groms to McLaren hypercars. They make the pilgrimage to ride The Dragon, to get the sticker, buy the refrigerator magnet and say they were there.