So, I was going to shoot a nighttime endurance race yesterday, and was shooting some of the HPDE guys that were running before the big boys. There was a light rain, but my Canon is weather sealed, with a sealed lens. No issues.
So yeah, this year I got to spend some time with way nicer cars than I have any right to be driving. Somehow people continue to trust me.
This was a weird way to spend a Friday night.
SV650 is still the best motorcycle ever.
I like my job.
Not in that way.
Motorcycles are kind of an odd religion in and of themselves. But as with any group, you periodically get confusing subsects, like the Marcionites (early Christians who urged celibacy even among married couples; I wonder why that didn’t catch on) or Honda Grom riders.
It made lots of silly noises.
My job is neat.
I can’t release the finished images yet, but here’s a teaser. 4x4 Mercedes Sprinter. Fucking majestic.
Bit late in posting more Detroit photos, but hnnng....
Choosing the right motorcycle is more of an emotional decision than a logical one. With cars, most of us would love to buy with our hearts instead of our spreadsheets, but concessions have to be made. You might need to carry passengers, to tow and haul, to get good fuel economy, or any other reason why you can’t…
At the Detroit Auto Show this month, there were a lot of interesting vehicles, and even more uninteresting ones. But my favorite machine there wasn’t even a car. As we kept running all over the Cobo Center, I kept occasionally seeing these little Urb-E electric bikes zipping around. I was intrigued for two main…
Highlights: A race team flying me to cover their escapades at the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb in Colorado
But at least it’s a wagon. Does that get Oppo points? No? Alright, I’ll see myself out.
So you’ve passed the MSF course, took the state written test, and got your motorcycle license. Congratulations! You’ve now picked out your shiny new (or, more likely, dingy used) bike and are ready to tackle the open road. You are a well trained, highly proficient rider. Except you’re not. As we discussed before, the…
Yes, that’s a Hyundai Genesis with a Christmas tree on the roof.
I’ll be honest: I’m a terrible mechanic. I’ve got a scar on my forearm from the last time I changed the brakes on my Mini. Any repair work I’ve ever done has been a financial decision, not a leisure one. But! Even someone like me, who has the dexterity of a drunken penguin, can do basic motorcycle maintenance.