CULTURE

Brooklyn Invitational: John Copeland Remembered

Throughout its ten year history, Copeland, Keino and Schad allowed the…

New York City Bosozoku

"I was born in Nagoya, Japan in the Midori-ku section. In New York I ride with…

Erik Buell: American Innovator

"It’s makes me crazy with all the money that gets tossed away doing electric…

Peter Egan: Landings in America

Had a Playboy magazine editor accepted one of Peter Egan’s stories, we might never have enjoyed his outstanding talents as an automotive and motorcycle journalist.  While working as a foreign car mechanic in the 1970s, Peter wrote two novels and several creative short stories in his off-hours. But, as he explained during a recent telephone interview from his home in rural Wisconsin, he was instead sent endless rejection slips. “I’d send the short stories into serious magazines,” Peter explains, and laughs and continues, “Playboy, and so on.…

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Cool Garages and Hot Motors

My garage is almost a clubhouse. Some of the best ideas and work gets done in a…

Kage Tadman: Learning the Trade

The question is; will Kage the Rookie rage on to a phenomenal three-peat, June…

Flat Track Hookup

My pit was full of riders who came over to check her out. Then David Aldana…

The Eternal LIFE of Betty Drafton

A mysterious hot blonde on a motorcycle in a tight sweater over a bullet bra…

Willy, the Hot Redhead, and the Loaner Goldie

Willy was what Hollywood was selling to the public as a leading man, but he was…

An Imposter in Veloland

That’s who?! Dave Roper? The only American to win the Isle of Man TT? Does he…

Vintagent and Reality TV Star David Genat

“It’s that shared love, I’ve always been able to find community with…

My Motorcycle History, Part 3: ‘Evel’

There were about 12 Hells Angels, but the crowd was with Evel Knievel, and…

Chopperfest – The People’s Bike Show

Chopperfest is the backyard garage mechanics' dream. A place to bring your…

No Regrets: Rich Ostrander AKA Dr. Sprocket

I’ve had the absolute best life; you couldn’t buy it, you ain’t got enough…