Shopping with the kid and saw this bullshit
Fuck all you corporate pig dogs who leech off us to make your bullshit in China or Indonesia or wherever and sell it to kids at ridiculous prices.
Didn’t you learn from Hollister’s bullshit stealing surf designs? People don’t buy what you do, they but why you do it. Don’t make up fake MCs, fake shops, fake customs. Be true. Be genuine. Stay gold.
Good people, there enough genuine, true, and real brands out there that will gladly sell you a hat or tee, you don’t have to buy this tripe. Support the makers. Support real.
Yeah, I know. It’s been a crazy summer with way less riding than I planned, and way less posting than I planned. Been having bike trouble so I haven’t done any weekend riding to avoid getting stranded with a break down.
So anyway, hopefully things will turn soon. Nothing bad going on, just a full calendar.
In the meantime, Happy Labor Day – remember why it’s on the calendar.
Motorcycles can save America. I know- it sounds crazy. Every day it feels like the country is falling apart: inequality, racism, sexism, hate, anger, fear, war and conflict… and those are some big problems. We can do our part to chip away at the insurmountable problems of our generation and effect positive change in our communities. Motorcycles can solve congestion, decrease electrical loads and costs, and reduce carbon emissions. We can’t do it alone, we need a little help from industry and the government, but together we can accomplish small goals with large impacts. Continue reading
Since I haven’t gotten off my ass and written that helmet review I promised myself I’d write, here’s your Sunday Morning Metal.
My trusty Icon Variant helmet was getting a little long in the tooth. Holy crap, last week I realized it is almost six years old. I determined my head shape leans towards the long-oval which limits the helmets I can wear. There are a few intermediate-ovals on the long’ish side I can wear but most int-ovals, including the Variant, give me too much forehead pressure.
After taking my buddy up to Azusa Canyon, we hit up the Southern California Motorcycles Open House. Lots of bikes, a few friends I haven’t seen in a long time, tried on some helmets. I thought they’d have food, but just ice cream and a food truck, so we didn’t stay too long. But, I mean, I did take time to get a picture with the pretty girl….
My buddy Robert had never been to Azusa Canyon, and I hadn’t been on a pleasure ride in.. months.. since before my bike broke. What? Since May of last year? Holy Crap. The weather has cleared up and been beautiful the last couple weekends, but I’ve been busy. I cancelled some things so I could have a weekend for myself, wife had the little one at a dance workshop. Called my buddy, and we rolled out nice and early. We hit the Southern California Motorcycles Open House after and called it a day.
I’m back to highway riding again after getting my bike back. As I was commuting the other day, I had to remember all the highway skills I’d picked up over the years. With the news from other states talking about legalizing lane sharing I thought I’d hit the highway riding and lane sharing subject again.
One small clarification before I start – When I’m talking about ‘highway’ I mean the ‘superslab.’ That is, three or four lanes each direction of relatively straight concrete. As usual, these aren’t the only tips, the top tips, or the best tips for highway riding. I don’t claim to be an expert in anything. These are my tips to you or someone you know who might benefit from them. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.
Should be picking up my bike today. Here’s your Saturday Morning Metal.
Almost there … If you’ve been following along, my bike has been dead for a while now. After dicking around with it for several weekends, I finally gave up and resolved I was in over my head. I had to manage a ride to the shop, but handled that finally around Christmas. Good news though, my mechanic has brought it back to life.
For those who aren’t familiar with the particulars of Ducatis, the key has a chip similar to many cars. The chip talks to the dash, which turns off the immobilizer, which tells the ECU to start the bike, and they’re all paired together. The dash, the ECU, and the key are all matched as a set. One Monday morning after an uneventful Friday commute my bike wouldn’t start.