The sun is rising, the air is cool and crisp, and the wildlife outside my tent sporadically announces the start of a new day. As my eyes open and begin to adjust, the faint scent of hickory wafts through the air as the covered embers emanate amid a semi-silent dawn. As I emerge from my tent, I see my friend Yoshi in his own shelter rustling about. My other friend Erik is at the picnic table prepping food and getting coffee ready. I turn to look over at the BMW R nineT Scrambler that brought me up here, and realize how cool it looks poised beside Yoshi’s Land Rover. I think to myself, “There’s a lot of manliness going on right here. Every weekend should be this amazing.”
If on buying a new Triumph Bobber it wheeled itself into your house, drank all your booze, shagged your wife and set fire to your cat, people would still want to buy it. Motorcyclists are frothing over it. It’s the highest selling Triumph of recent years, and the preorders have even outstriped those for the incredible new Thruxton. But such a high demand for the Bobber means press bikes are in short supply and we only had a pair of shiny new cruisers for three days. What could we do in that time? How about we take it into the Australian outback and beat the crap out of it.
My Pando Moto Karl Indigo jeans smell like the inside of a garbage can at this point. That’s because I’ve been wearing them for almost 4 months straight and they’ve never been washed. I wear them to the market, I wear them on the couch, I wear them in the car, I wear them at the cafe and, well, wear them everywhere. Especially on my motorcycle. My fiancé gets especially annoyed when I wear them at home because she cannot believe they are just as comfortable as my super-hero lounge sweats. Maybe they also don’t smell as bad I led you to believe because she has not said anything either.
Remember when jeans used to be, well, just jeans? When they weren’t all selvedge this and indigo that. When they didn’t have to be worn for 18 months before they looked good and felt comfy right off the rack? As much as we like the new-wave of denim that’s hit the shelves in the last 10 years, we do kind of miss the ‘classic blue jeans’ style. So Australia’s Draggin jeans, clearly reading our minds, has just released their retro-tastic ‘Rebel’ stretch jeans. James Dean, eat your heart out.
Back in 2013, Harley-Davidson announced the addition of two all-new models to their range, the Street 500 and 750. The development of these motorcycles signified the end of a 13-year-long new model drought for the Milwaukee giant and added a new category to their offering, namely, small capacity motorcycles. The development of the Street came with two major benefits. Firstly, Harley finally had a motorcycle in their range for new riders and secondly, it was a machine more suited to the emerging markets.
Wherever you go, whatever you ride you should always consider riding in gear that can protect you if you crash. Tobacco Motorwear Company is committed to producing stylish, yet protective motorcycle apparel that you can wear every day. Because looking like a motorcyclist doesn’t mean you have to look like a motorcyclist, if you catch my drift.
We’re sorry. Really sorry. Sorry for two glaringly obvious omissions that we’ve almost completely neglected to cover since we kicked this blog over way back in 2009. What are we talking about? Gear and girls. ‘Gear’ as in showing you the latest moto outfits to keep you cool and safe. And ‘girls’ as in women riders a.k.a. the industry’s fastest growing segment. But fear not; from this day forward we’re going to be doing our best to rectify this. We’re calling it ‘First Gear’, and for our opening salvo we’re especially targeting all the ladies out there. Looking for some new gear? Meet Spidi’s new Mystic women’s jacket and gloves.
It seems like motorcycle apparel companies across the globe are incorporating Kevlar into everything these days. You can buy Kevlar lined shoes, socks, gloves and even underpants. We obviously get sent a lot of these moto goods, so here’s a round-up of some of the better gear we’ve been sent recently. They all contain Kevlar in one way or the other, except the Saints denim jeans. So let’s start there…
Cast your mind back. Way back. Back to a time when blogs like Pipeburn were nothing more than a twinkle in their creator’s eye. Back before you’d see cafe racers running around the streets and filling up Youtube videos. Now you’re in the mid noughties. The more lucky ones amongst us had already seen the online images showing the amazing creations that were coming out of Japanese bike shops. If you were smitten with these bikes like us and you wanted to get yourself something similar without spending two years in a cold, greasy garage, you had exactly two factory bikes to choose from. Namely the super expensive Ducati Sport Classic and the much more reasonable (and much more British) Triumph Thruxton 900. While the Thruxton reviews at the time weren’t exactly glowing, I think it’s fair to say that the sportsbike-obsessed journos of the day kind of missed the point. Because here was a bike that was ten years ahead of the cafe racer curve and very ripe for the picking. Now it’s ten years later, and Hinckley have gone and done what everyone was hoping for. They’ve dropped a brand new Thruxton model. Too late to be great, or an instant classic? You’re about to find out.
We’re just adding a new entry to our ‘2016’s most obvious facts’ list. Right below the lines that say “American elections go for too long,” and “David Bowie was pretty good,” we’ve just added a fresh entry. It reads “Triumph Motorcycles is having an amazing year.” Even if we disregard their triple cylinder and off-road offerings and just focus on their Bonnevilles, barely a month seems to go by without us receiving an invite for another big launch. The Street Twin. The T120. And now, little more than a week or four after their big Thruxton R launch, comes the global reveal of their top-secret Bobber project. We were there. We went to the launch. We visited the factory. And then we pushed our luck and asked to ride the thing. What was it like? Read on, dear bobberphiles, read on.