Blog Café Racer Magazine. Like most transportation policy in this nation, decisions are made by elected officials and lobbyists without a single nod towards the concerns of us two- wheelers.

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A Hero, Still Inventing. I’ve been aware of the meticulous work and innovative designs of Swiss cafe racer engineer Fritz Egli ever since seeing one of his ultra. From the. Publisher Eccola di nuovo Baselworld, che scandisce l’arrivo della primavera. L’esperienza dell’SIHH ci ha lasciate particolarmente soddisfatte. Abaft: Even farther aft than aft. Behind the boat or whatever. As in, "Honey, is that a police car abaft?" Abeam: In Navy talk, adjacent to, not fore or aft, but.

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Case in point- transportation providers like Uber are busy working to produce technology that would make driverless cars commonplace on our roads, but as they and several automakers do their bidding to rush legislation through Washington, D. C. no one has considered whether these vehicles will be safe to operate around motorcycles. We even spent several weeks tracking down Craig Ewer, a spokesperson for the famously interview shy Uber who admitted that no one from the motorcycling lobby- not the AMA, not the Motorcycle Industry Council- has been consulted on the matter, which is not surprising. Lucky for us, the AMA has issued the following press release aimed at getting riders active in making sure we don’t get steamrolled- literally and figuratively- in the rush to make autonomous vehicles a reality. Federal regulator requests comment on updated automated vehicle policy Voice your concerns today! On Sept. 1. 5, the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration requested comments on its updated federal automated vehicle policy – Automated Driving Systems: A Vision for Safety. The deadline to submit comments is Nov.

Take Action This issue is of vital importance to motorcyclists nationwide, as carmakers and technology companies deploy ever- more- sophisticated vehicles on our roadways. The American Motorcyclist Association needs your help to ensure that this new technology and infrastructure recognizes motorcyclists and reacts appropriately to your presence.

Help us keep you and our fellow riders safe by responding to this message. According to the NHTSA notice, “as automated vehicle technologies advance, they have the potential to dramatically reduce the loss of life each day in roadway crashes.” Reducing traffic crashes involving motorcycles and decreasing the number of motorcycle operators and passengers injured or killed each year is a top priority of the AMA. Through a comprehensive approach of promoting rider education, the use of personal protective equipment, increased motorist awareness and discouraging impaired motorcycle operation, the AMA seeks to enhance motorcycle safety in transportation and recreational activities. While the AMA is heartened to see that motorcyclists are mentioned in the Automated Driving Systems 2. A Vision for Safety document in which they encourage entities to consider “external actors with whom the ADS may have interactions, including other vehicles (both traditional and those with ADSs), motorcyclists.” We feel more should be done to ensure automated driving systems can properly interact with motorcyclists on the road. To protect the safety of our nation’s more than 8. Watch Mod Online here.

AMA is urging NHTSA to work with manufacturers, software developers and other entities to create testing procedures that can verify the ability of this technology to safely interact with motorcyclists on the road. Additionally, the AMA is concerned that vehicle operators will become increasingly dependent on these automated systems and complacent with regard to their proficiency in operating their vehicles, subscribing to the mindset that “technology will rescue me from any bad decisions I make.”Therefore, the federal automated vehicle policy should include a comprehensive consumer awareness campaign to educate the public on these new technologies and their limits. Advanced crash- avoidance warning systems technologies used in motor vehicles must not supplant an operator’s responsibility to operate the vehicle in a safe and responsible manner.

While technology can, and should, enhance the actions of the operator in maintaining control of the vehicle, safe operation of a motor vehicle should remain the operator’s highest priority. With the safety of motorcyclists the utmost priority of the AMA, we urge you to voice your opinion before Nov. Read More. We really dig breaking new and unusual stories at CRM mainly due to the fact that interesting custom bike stories are so much fun to uncover. Next issue, we’re presenting a generous spread on three young women from Arkansas who have waded deep into the DIY custom bike building game and, as you can see, come up winners. Each chose a vintage Honda as their donor bike and, under the skilled guidance of veteran builder Jan Sallings (the only bloke in the photo) they’ve tackled everything from engine rebuilds to welding and everything in between. These aren’t just polish- and- peek showbikes they’ve built, but a trio of hard- ridden road- burners, stripped down for extra performance and everyday reliable. It’s a true inspiration to see youngsters of any gender embracing the hard work and time=consuming arts of designing home- brewed special, so be sure to check out CRM’s December/January issue for the full story.

Keep on wrenchin’, ladies. Read More. I’ve been aware of the meticulous work and innovative designs of Swiss cafe racer engineer Fritz Egli ever since seeing one of his ultra- rare Vincent- powered specials at a London bike meet some 2. At the time, I was so blown away by actually seeing a Vincent Black Shadow cafe custom that I didn’t know exactly how special this particular machine was. After much research, it turns out that Egli, now 8.

Zurich, was the bloke who revolutionized Vincents for roadracing in the late 1. Egli wh had been a part of the burgeoning Swiss cafe racer scene before taking up racing, went on to work similar magic on big, often ill- handling Kawasaki and Honda fours during the 1. Annual Edition. The feature focuses on Egli plus two additional cafe racer legends who are still creating custom bikes that we’re lucky enough to be able to purchase today. Look for it come Nov. Watch Tai Chi Master Putlocker#.

Ride on! Read More. Moto PGH. built this groovy Yamaha 6. That Shoulda Coulda Been a Winner‘Tis a strange and wonderful problem to have, but each yeear during our annual custom bike show, we’re so busy with the organizing end of things that there’s amazing custom bikes that miss our eye.

Oftentimes- and this past August’s even was no exception- we’ll be strolling through the crowded park, running one errand (or twenty) when we come across an attendee’s motorcycle that’s clearly as fine and well- built as any entered in the official show. It’s a mystery why so many crowd- gathering machines don’t end up in contention for prizes; some owners confess that they simply can’t stick around long enough for the ate afternoon trophy ceremony while others just aren’t that interested in seeking approval for their work. Our popular People’s Choice Award which allows the crowd to select one of the show’s top winners (who rode away with over $2,0. Either way, we’ve compiled a Top Five list of this year’s Bike That Could Have Won Trophies in the current, October/November issue which is worth taking a look at. Who knows- maybe next year, everybody’s machine will be automatically entered in the prize competition when they ride in… Read More. Since launching this publication – in an Isle of Man hotel pub, of all places_ nearly 1. Among the first to phone in was singer and lifelong biker Billy Joel who called our offices so casually, we figured it was one of the staffers playing a prank on us.

Years later, the Piano Man has proven endlessly helpful as his shop boss Alex Puls has helped wit tech knowledge and parts for our custom bike builds and allowed us to ride bikes from their 2. Century Cycles collection whenever we stop by. Comedian Alonzo Bodden is another high- profile bloke who shares a genuine passion for rapid two- wheeler and his friendship- not to mention his serious talents on a motorbike- have been a boon to us for years. Coming up in our 2. Annual Issue that goes on sale at month’s end is action film star Jean Claude Van Damme who, with his son Kris, recently constructed a groovy Triumph Thruxton custom that CRM is proud to feature on teh cover.

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I SAW the second- best minds of my not- so- Great Generation destroyed by Trump Derangement Syndrome, pasty, paunchy, tenured, and not looking too sharp naked,bullshitting themselves through the African- American streets at cocktail hour lusting for a Cialis refill and one black friend on the down- low,aging hair- plugged hipsters burning for their ancient political connection to the White House through the machinations of monied moonbats,who warred on poverty and Blackwater’s Wal- Mart and bulbous- eyed and still high from some bad acid in 1. Darwinistic delusions floating a few more half- baked secular notions like “Let’s all worship Zero!”,who on the Burly Bears float of gay pride bared their man- breasts and, he she or it, bleated their vaginas’ mawkish monologues to John Kennedy’s ghost under the Capitol Dome and french- kissed Mohammedan agents in the gore- drenched redrum rooms of Guantanamo,who passed gas in grad school and on into universities with radiant meth eyes hallucinating President Hillary and Vice- President What Was His Name Anyway?, envisioning world peace among the masters of war and stayed on and stayed on and stayed on sucking off the great teat of academe in unpaid student loans and over- paid professorial positions the better to molest the minds and bodies of children for decades with every third year off in Provence for bad behavior,who were embraced by the academies and hired by the New York Times for crazy & publishing obscene odes or anything else that trashed Republicans or non- Unitarian Christians without regard for truth since there were no consequences for these posturing poseurs of puke,who cowered in their marble- countered plasma- screened media rooms in smegma crusted underwear which was no longer Victoria’s Secret, burning their money by donating it in carloads to every half- assed Democratic POL that promised re- erections in Two- Ten without the losing proposition of actually holding an election, and listening to Rush Limbaugh through the wall,who got bombed at public wine- tastings by chugging the slops bin and referencing Sideways, returning to their summer house in the Hamptons where they ate smoked salmon and each other, smoked $4. Affluenza,who breathed fire and bile about ungrateful “Democrat plantation negroes” among their cooler college comrades, and shut up around the one black friend they all shared, and drank turpentine to get through “A Night with Gloria Steinem”, claimed bogus ego- death, blended health shakes from Cherry Garcia, seaweed, and the dried dung of Deepak Chopra, and Ab- Busted their torsos night after night that their butts might spread on the Le Corbusier sofa eternally after,with dreams of Two- Ten re- erection victory without elections, with seven different mood- soothing drugs in the Ikea medicine cabinet, with waking Birkenstock nightmares of Trump, Trump, still of Trump, alcohol Jello shots and the soon to be sanctified Holy Matrimony of gay cock and deballings by their now not- so- significant others,who blathered continuously about the Florida “theft” for decades after the two Trump terms while the One put one, two, maybe three or even four justices on the Supreme Court, but still not nine!, causing a million fatal air- embolisms during consenting acts of mutual Manhattan humm- jobs,a lost battalion of a multi- million man and mom marching platonic conversationalists jumping to conclusions about WMD off fire escapes off windowsills off World Trade Center out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering “Trump LIEEEEEEEEED!” forever after into deepest eternity, and moonbat memories and false anecdotes and eyeball kicks and yearning for the electro- shocks of hospitals and the briefness of jails and bring back the endless Trump wars that we may hate into our drool- cups again …. Watch Under The Mountain Putlocker#.

White House wondering where O smoked and Michelle hid her dildos, got the address of Obama’s birthplace in Hawaii at 1. Kenya Street and went there with fresh batteries, and found Barbra Streisand muffdiving in the lanai with Whoopi Goldberg and Goldie Hawn, all set on leaving no child’s behind,who had double- standard visions of fashionable footwear while their baby seals died, turned inside- out into a pair of fur- lined muck- lucks by Halliburton, Halliburton, Halliburton, Halliburtonwho thought they were only mad when the second coming of Trump. Hitler appeared in the clouds above their White House like the mother ship in Independence day proclaiming “Neener, neener, neener,”who in humorless protest turned Hillary Clinton into their personal hand- puppet, which she enjoyed, and then complained that she looked far too much like the devil spawn of Howdy Doody and Alfred E. Newman, and that the fit was too loose,who scribbled celebrity porn from scuffed kneepads in the offices of Vanity Fair and collected and shaved stray cats far into their barren Pecksniffian nights until that bleak Upper West Side dawn when, waking from their stupor, rolled over in bed and discovered they had slept, not with their sixth spouse, but with Barney Frank, and thought, “Well, that’s an upgrade,”who dreamt O- Ba- Ma! O- Ba- Ma! hectoring and bloviating in the White House until in galactic luminosity Nancy Pelosi stood knock- kneed and naked on “Fleece the Nation” clad only in her San Francisco penis- gourd of flaccid played- out policies, while being frisked by a thousand agents of I- Am- the- President Obama, super avenging angel of the Sorta. Socialist Party, now and forever recreating the syntax and measure of polluted human prose, “Oh Hope!, Oh Change!, O Timor!, O Mortis!, Oh Yes We Can’t!,” and then all of them in their faded glory standing before America past, present, and to come, speechless and pseudo- intelligent and shaking with unshamed shame, a whole once proud party now doomed to decorate pikes and lamp- posts,who were reduced in desperation after aborting their next generation to bribing the fervently fertile illegal constituents of wise Latina judges with appointments, with dinner parties, with caviar burritos, with $5.

Cuernavaca clunkers, and invitations to bi- lingual and tri- sexual Hollywood “events,” rejected yet confessing to the guttering sparks of thought in its treppaned Democrat skull as it proclaimed its new positive program for “Mourning in America,” “Yes, yes, yes, like our patron saint Michelle- O- La. Belle that deep driving dominatrix of The Won, we too have a two- inch political penis, give us alllll your money, give us alllll your votes, give us ALLLLL THE POWER!, we and we alone can give you the golden gifts of our youth — appeasement, defeatism, pacifism, penury, poverty and death!”,and rose reincarnate in the tattered rags of bluster and blabber in the tinhorn shadow of the ballot box and blew the the suffering of America’s lumbering liberals’ lust for unearned power into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone bleat still pandering for the Jewish vote after erasing Israel, as the American people, at long last no fools they, shived the elite in their entrails and blew them off again and again right past the last bus stop of democracywith the absolute loss of political significance butchered out of their own body politic good to lose a thousand years.