The face of pure scared-joy.

I was no longer riding a machine, I was hanging onto a supercharged dolphin that had been given meth.

I went and saw the Pixies a year ago this upcoming Sunday. I met up with my friend whom I took at The Ace Hotel (where he worked at the time), and I am fairly certain that a large group of these riders went there for post-ride-enjoyment, as there were tons of dapperly dressed folk who had taken over the rooftop bar,…

Narrower wings will be available for use at tighter tracks where top speeds might not be reached as much and where the rider has to turn their head more often.

Woah...

This differs from Norton, whose revival attempt involved pumping out press releases instead of production bikes.

Need... need for desktop wallpaper...

There is the body of a car buried in this picture somewhere... Now to just find it...

I agree with you completely :)

Seb is far more Senna than Button is.

All of the wallpapers....

Haha, it’s one of the reasons I really look forward to your articles every time one pops up, Sean. Keep this shit up. It’s so good, and just like the slingshot brings a big, stupid grin to your face, reading these fun articles brings one to mine.

This picture is just so good.

This is incredibly saddening :(

HNNNGGG

I remember that too. But no, it was a ‘03 Toyota. It had 86K on the odo, 63k of which I drove myself. I learned how to drive a manual transmission previously to this car, so I knew what I was doing, and never even came close to destroying it. Then one day, it just was like,

Toyota, actually... and at 86K on the odo.

It sounds even angrier:

I had just dropped my friend off, I cranked up my music and was rocking out, and I was turning around and accelerated out, all of a sudden POP BANG WHINE “WHYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!”

I remember the noise of when my transmission went out very clearly (and mind you, this was a manual transmission).