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Norton CS1 | A scandalous tale of development and TT racing

By Rick McDowell


At low speeds one can liken its performance to that of a steam engine, so sweetly does it gain revs …. it can be driven like a lamb in traffic or like a lion on the open road ….”

Yes, that’s right, another example of a road tester getting carried away with the job, but, as the reference to a steam engine should indicate, these aren’t the words of a modern day test rider on some fuel-injected, plastic-encased, space shuttle.

Rather, the reporter from once famed British motorcycle paper, Motor Cycling, was talking about the new production version of Norton’s first overhead-cam machine which went straight from the workshop to victory in the Isle Of Man Senior TT of 1927.

The CS1, as the production bike was named, is something of a landmark in the history of motorcycling and you certainly won’t find too many examples of the very first model CS1 like this beautifully restored (and admittedly slightly modified) unit that belonged to Ross Lowe in Western Australia when we first featured the bike on MCNews.com.au at the turn of century. Email us if you know where this bike is now?

Ross had his work cut out restoring the bike, which, with its positive-stop gearbox, larger fuel tank and close ratio gearbox, appears to have been imported into Australia as a pure racer. The standard production model CS1 only had a three-speed box and no positive stop mechanism, plus the fuel tank was much flatter than on Ross’ version.

This particular 1929 model CS1 could well be the only example of its type in Australia, because within three years of this first version being released in 1928, the model was completely re-vamped after its designer defected from the Norton camp.

In fact, the whole story surrounding the CS1 is a melting pot of intrigue and scandal, making for a truly great yarn that can match any of today’s soapies.

The death of James Lansdowne Norton (the founder of Norton) in 1925 was a sad event in more ways than one. ‘Pa’ Norton as he had become known suffered from bowel cancer in his later life, yet it didn’t prevent him from being involved first hand with his bikes and those who rode them.

Norton James Lansdowne Norton

Norton James Lansdowne Norton

A 1905 Norton alongside a picture of Norton founder James Lansdowne Norton (1869-1925) – Image by Phil Aynsley

Always present at meetings and not afraid to get his hands dirty either, Norton was well known and even loved in two wheel circles.

The treatment of his family by the Board of Norton Motors at the time of his death is therefore hard to understand. Lansdowne, Norton’s eldest son, was sacked from his drawing office position shortly after his fathers death and the family as a whole vowed never to talk of the matter.

Walter Mansell took over as the head of Norton Motors when Pa Norton died, yet it was the passenger in the Norton sidecar outfit that won the 1924 Sidecar TT who is probably more important to our story.

Walter Moore was a well known trouble shooter of the day and was contacted directly by Mansell. After some negotiation, Moore became Team Manager for the works racing squad, but Mansell also gave him special responsibilities on the technical – or R & D – side.

A submerged pump driven by worm gears off the crank was one of the first items Moore designed in his new position and it featured on the 490cc, OHV model 18 ‘Works’ Nortons at the 1925 Isle Of Man TT.

During the winter of 1926 / 1927, Moore set about designing a brand new Norton engine that would feature not only overhead-valves, but overhead-cams as well. At the time, many manufacturers (including Norton), were still building side-valve engines, but there was a growing trend towards overhead-valves and placing the cams above the head was starting to attract interest too.

Moore’s new design was to an extent based on the company’s top of the range Model 18 machine and accordingly retained Norton’s traditional 79 mm x 100 mm engine dimensions to produce 490 cc.

However, instead of pushrods on the timing side of the engine, Moore employed two pairs of bevel gears and a shaft to create a direct drive to the overhead-cams which were on a single camshaft.

The upper, non-camshaft bevel carried the weight of the drive-shaft, while the separate cams actuated two-piece rockers that extended out of the cam-box to work the semi-exposed valves.

Tappet adjustment was performed by the screw-and-locknut method and the exhaust port was off-set slightly so as to provide an easier route for the header pipe. Perhaps even more interesting from a technical point of view, was that a 2 : 1 reduction ratio operated between the upper and lower bevel pairings, meaning that the shaft between them ran at a considerably lower speed than the engine.

The lower bevel arrangement saw the bottom of Moore’s shaft splined into a bevel gear which ran in a ball race. This lower bevel gear was naturally driven by another off the crankshaft and the whole arrangement was placed in a housing bolted to the crankcase.

On its debut at the 1927 Isle Of Man TT, the overhead-cam engine also carried Moore’s new oil pump in a separate housing underneath the lower bevel arrangement.

When the CS 1 production version was released though, the two housings and their contents had become one unit. Moore’s pump is a double-diameter rotating plunger type that is driven by a worm directly off the crank. Oil is sucked in to do its thing in the crankcase, which is supposed to have a dry-sump but which can in fact have a wet sump effect thanks to a knurled oil flow adjuster on the inlet line.

Oil is also pumped up to the cam box from where it returns to the crankcase by flowing down the hollow bevel shaft housing and lubricating the bevel gears in the process. A return oil line then feeds the lubricant back to the oil tank before another round.

However, as with many 1920s designs, the valves are left unlubricated. When you look at the photographs, it’s not hard to see that Norton’s first overhead cam engine was quickly dubbed the ‘Cricket Bat’, although it’s not hard to believe that it was also called ‘The Clanker” ! The new engine performed with distinction in its first outing, winning the 1927 Senior TT beneath a Canadian-Irishman called Alec Bennett.

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Norton CS Engine ImageRickMcDowell

Not hard to figure out why this Norton engine design was nicknamed ‘Cricket Bat’ – Image by Rick McDowell

However, it wasn’t as straight a victory as it sounds and there’s even some debate as to whether the ’27 TT was in fact the Cammy Norton’s first outing. So, it’s here that we’ll introduce one of the all time legendary figures of motorcycle sport to our story, the late and very great Stanley Woods.

Dubliner Woods had been a travelling salesman who raced on the weekends and who’d had some success in the early 20s at The Island. His results combined with the right people getting together at the right time saw Woods drafted into the Norton fold for the 1926 Senior race.

On a Model 18, Woods was the victor and he soon began working as a salesman for the company. In early 1927, Moore organised a transfer for Woods into the R & D department to help with the new overhead-cam engine. Whilst the duo initially got on well together, Woods didn’t think that Moore put a great deal of thought into the design of the new engine and although praising it for being reasonably reliable at the time, indicated that it never finished a race with the full compliment of teeth on the bevel gears!.

Woods’ opinions came through in a variety of interviews he gave more than half a century after the first overhead-cam Norton was built. Woods was known for his sharpness and vitality in later life, making his comments more than credible.

It’s therefore interesting to note too, that while Walter Moore in later life claimed to have rushed the first overhead-cam engines straight from the workshop to the TT, Woods said that he rode one of the machines at a meeting in Germany well before the 1927 Isle Of Man TT.

Woods remembered the event because the con-rod broke and he had to rush the engine back to Moore.

But the intrigue doesn’t end there, as it appears there was some form of inter team rivalry between Woods and Bennett at the TT that year. Whilst Bennett won the senior race, Woods actually set a new lap record of 70.9 mph on the fourth of six laps. His time was 31-minutes, 54-seconds and it was the first under 32-minute lap anyone had ever done on the circuit.

Woods took a re-fuelling stop between the fourth and fifth lap and although he was told by his crew that he was in the lead, nobody mentioned that he was out in front by a huge four-minutes! Unaware of his massive lead, Woods maintained a cracking pace – until the clutch on his works overhead-cam Norton expired at the end of lap five.

Afterwards, Stanley Woods blamed Walter Moore and to a degree Alec Bennett for the clutch failure. Apparently, on the evening before the race, Bennett and Woods had a passing conversation in which the former indicated that he’d beat Woods come the race. Woods just shrugged the comments off, but after his let down he learnt that Walter Moore knew about some weakness with the clutch and after practice for the big event had advised Bennett to install a new unit. Nonetheless, Woods did go on to score race wins for the new Norton at the 1927 Dutch, Belgian and Swiss Grands Prix.

Racing politics aside, the buying public were in September of 1927 given the news that a replica of Bennett’s Isle Of Man TT winning machine would be available as part of the 1928 model line-up.

Not only would the CS 1 machine feature the all new overhead-cam engine, but a new cradle frame which had also featured on the TT winning race bike. This cradle frame was also used with Norton’s 490 cc overhead-valve engine for the first time at the 1927 Isle Of Man TT races and the production version of this set up, dubbed the ES 2, went alongside the CS 1 as Norton’s top of the range duo in 1928.

Essentially, the new frame was simply an update of the single down-tube, single spine-tube and single seat-pillar-tube frame being used across the board by Norton at the time. As can be seen from the photographs, the new frame was called a cradle simply because it had a member that ran underneath the crankcase.

To be fair and considering the period, the new frame was a vast improvement, because with extra struts in its rigid rear end and with a good deal of webbing around the head stem, it did offer a huge improvement to stability under riding conditions.

The improved handling on the CS 1 can also be attributed to the Webb front forks which only a few years previously had started to be used by Norton. Other up-dates over previous Nortons included a new position behind the cylinder for the magneto (previously in front of the crankcase), a rounded oil tank under the seat and a new ‘saddle’ fuel tank.

A three-speed Sturmey Archer gearbox was fitted to the CS 1, with the long change lever laid flat so that it could be operated by foot. Hand operated gear levers were common on motorcycles at this time and a foot-shifter quite unusual.

Despite the handling and engine improvements however, the CS 1 didn’t have much in the way of stopping power, although, incredibly, the front drum brake carried by the new Norton was only starting to overtake the stirrup bicycle brake that had stayed with the motorcycle since its invention at the end of the previous century.

Not surprisingly, Ross Lowe doesn’t like to get into heavy traffic situations when he rides around Perth, preferring instead to take the bike out on Vintage club runs. Not that this necessarily means sedate Sunday rides, because make no mistake about it, this CS 1 flies. Stanley Woods managed the equivalent of 110 kph back in 1927 and as Ross kindly demonstrated after the photo shoot, his CS 1 is capable of the same, if not more.

Norton CS RHS ImageRickMcDowell

Norton CS RHS ImageRickMcDowell

Norton CS1 – – Image by Rick McDowell
Source: MCNews.com.au

Around the world with The Bear | Part 29 | Bulgaria to London

Motorcycle Touring

The King of Every Kingdom
Around the world on a very small motorcycle

With J. Peter “The Bear” Thoeming

Don’t trust the Hungarians, according to the Romanians. And vice versa. Just as well they’re all good people.


The Eastern Bloc, and back to England

The customs man at the Bulgarian border asked us for third-party insurance, which we no longer had. When I told him this, he rolled his eyes heavenwards and waved us through – he couldn’t be bothered getting the forms out.

Bulgarian roads were pretty nasty, mostly cobble stoned and wavier than the Bay of Biscay in a gale. Someone once said that the potholes were the size of small planets. Big moons, maybe. Fields were being ploughed by small tractors with treads instead of wheels, possibly lightly converted tanks.

We felt our way gingerly through the forested hills to Veliko Tarnovo. The campsite there turned out to be the most expensive of the trip, but at least it had plenty of hot water for the showers, although I cannot for the life of me imagine why the taps were electrified…

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part Quote

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part Quote

Perhaps some of the cost of the site was an entertainment charge. We were certainly entertained, by singing and revelry, until about 2.30am. It was a party of East Germans who were no doubt glad to be away from the Stasi. We in our turn were glad to get out of Bulgaria after our extensive stay of 24 hours – that was all the time our visa gave us.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Accommodation could at times be expensive, but a hot shower was always appreciated

Good thing, too. Among other things, the roads had finally done what even the Yugoslav ones had not managed— they had broken the bike’s luggage rack.

Romanian Customs must have had us pegged as International Drug Runners. They searched everything on and off the bike, even though their drug-sniffing dog didn’t show the slightest interest in us.

The highlight of the ceremony came when one of the male customs officers found a suspicious small cardboard box filled with what looked like miniature white sticks of explosive, with fuse attached. Neither of us spoke Romanian, and Annie finally got through with a bit of French.

“Pour Madame,” she said. The customs officer looked at the box of tampons, went bright red and couldn’t give them back quickly enough.

We then had to change $10 per day of our visit into the local currency and should also, apparently, have bought petrol coupons. Nobody told us anything about them, so we rode blithely off. As it turned out, only one petrol station asked for them, and they filled our tank anyway when we shrugged our shoulders.

The roads were noticeably better than the ones in Bulgaria, and we made it to Bucharest for lunch. We ate at the Carul cu Bere, a restaurant in an 18th-century inn. The food here was superb, beer came in great stoneware steins and was delicious, and it was all quite cheap.

I know the people were being oppressed by the government, but everyone we saw seemed cheerful enough – even the ones eating the awful greasy ice cream. Ben and Jerry’s, Romania is yours for the taking.

It was frustrating trying to find somewhere to camp. Most of the sites listed in the official booklet (another damned official booklet) were either closed or had disappeared. One was even closed for stocktaking!

“One tree, check. Grass, sort of, 80 square metres, check. Pile of gravel, one of. Where’s the pile of gravel, Karoly?”

When we finally found a site the bike immediately attracted a crowd of truck drivers. While they were admiring the twin disc brakes up front, one drew me aside. He told me that he was Hungarian, and to be sure to lock everything up. The Romanians, it seemed, were all thieves.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Official channels were not reliable in those days when it came to which camp sites were open

Marvelous, I thought. Later a Romanian told me that Hungarians would sell their grandmothers for a packet of cigarettes. Why do neighbours always delight in blackening each other’s names?

This slanderous tendency isn’t restricted to morals. When I made a disparaging remark about the Bulgarian roads, all the Romanians were tickled. One of them pointed to the dirt track we were on and suggested that that was what the Bulgarian roads were like. I said no, worse, and he pointed to the ploughed field next to the campsite. When I nodded, they roared with laughter and then bought us beer.

We had a race with a diesel locomotive up into the Transylvanian Alps and lost when we came to a red light. It was unfair – there was no red light for the train. These mountains are beautiful and full of old chateaux and grand hotels from the days before Communism. Most of them had been turned into workers’ holiday hostels – one improvement, anyway. We saw no signs of direct bloodsucking.

Somewhere in the north of Romania we lost the rubber plug out of the cam chain tensioner. I manufactured a new one from rolled-up adhesive tape and wired it into place – it seemed to do the job very nicely. We were once again trying to find a replacement gas bottle, and in Oradea near the Hungarian border finally found a gas depot.

It was closed, but there were some people outside and one of them took our empty bottle, passed it through the fence to somebody inside and got a new one back for us, free of charge. Nice people everywhere, or maybe they just enjoy sticking a thumb into Authority’s eye.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

The locals proved friendly everywhere we went, although the rivalry between nations was obvious

The border with Hungary was easy, except that once again we had trouble changing unwanted money back. It’s against the law to take Romanian money out of the country but they wouldn’t give us anything else, so we had to spend our remaining cash on the el cheapo souvenir wooden plates with pokerwork decorations which were the only things for sale. Could this have been deliberate?

The roads to Budapest were smooth and straight and almost unbelievably flat. With conservative and polite drivers as well, Hungary is one of the most pleasant countries in Europe to ride in, although things weren’t quite so easy in Budapest.

Annie checked with the Tourist Bureau and they told her that the campsite was closed, which seemed a bit unlikely to us. We rode out there just to make sure and lo! not only was it open, but it was open the whole year round, and it was a pleasant enough site despite the loud disco music from the restaurant at night. Isn’t it great to see Western culture spread behind the Iron Curtain?

Budapest has excellent public transport and is an altogether prosperous city. The people still didn’t look happy though, and the truckloads of Russian soldiers we saw were pointedly ignored. We took the road along the Danube on our way to the Austrian border and were rewarded by quiet country lanes and lush greenery.

The border was quick as they were only searching cars, not bikes. There’s a tip there, unless they change over on even days… As we rode into Vienna that afternoon, the back wheel of the Yamaha started making the most peculiar scraping noise. I tracked it down to a shoelace caught in the rear brake caliper.

An overnight stay in Vienna, in a clean and well-equipped campsite, and we were on our way again – no more time for sightseeing. The border with Germany is a one-stop affair – the guards showed our passports to a computer, which raised no objections, and we were simultaneously out and in. Coming into Passau, we started chatting to a bloke on an ancient BMW outfit, and he showed us a good pub for lunch.

We camped in Nuremberg that night, near the stadium made famous by the big Nazi rallies. It’s a parking lot now, which seems appropriate. The campsite was excellent, as all German campsites seem to be. Then it was up the Autobahn, on to Brunswick and a few days with relatives.

Then a long day across to Ostend and the late ferry to Dover. Due to delays on the ferry – it kept yo-yoing around in Dover harbour – and problems with the ramp, we didn’t get ashore until well after midnight.

The Customs man asked us where we’d been and wasn’t at all impressed by the 18 countries I rattled off. He just asked whether we’d picked up any ‘noxious substances’ and when we said no, we didn’t think so, let us go.

Miracles do still happen. There was a bed-and-breakfast place still open on the Folkestone road, and the first thing our landlady did was offer us a cup of tea. We were back in England, all right.

The run to London was just a formality. We were back, 194 days, 20,000 miles and £2000 after we’d set out. A great trip, albeit with its ups and downs. And then there was the next one…

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

After 20,000 miles Annie and The Bear arrive back in London but the journey is not over


Yes, this isn’t the end. America is yet to come, back on the old Honda XL250 and in a place where everyone remembers Kings Cross.

Source: MCNews.com.au

Bimota | From beginning to end and back again….

A history by Murray Barnard, Trevor Hedge and Phil Aynsley


While living in Rimini, Italy, in the early 70s, Massimo Tamburini could not help but be keen about bikes. His hobby of building special frames for road bikes soon caught the attention of local sporting enthusiasts and his hobby became a full-time passion.

In 1972 Massimo joined with Signors Bianchi and Mori to form the Bimota Motorcycle Company. The first frame kit, the HB1 (Honda/Bimota) was released in 1973 and the chrome molybdenum wrap around frame housed the common SOHC CB750 Honda Four. Ceriani forks, Marzocchi rear shocks, sporting tank and seat, cast wheels and cast iron brakes and Brembo calipers transformed the Japanese machine. These machines are now exceedingly rare. Few people could afford the price tag in those days.

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BimotaHB p

Bimota HB1

Bimota’s real interest and passion was racing and in 1973 Amando Corecca rode a Paton engined Bimota in the Grand Prix. The 500cc Paton four-stroke twin produced 65bhp at 10,500rpm but it could not compete with the MV or racing two stroke Suzukis and Yamahas.

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Bimotatzf p

TZ350 engined Bimota won the 350cc World Championship at the hands of Johnny Cecotto

Bimota’s reputation was enhanced when in 1975 Johnny Cecotto won the 350cc World Championship on a Bimota framed Yamaha and also in 1976 when Walter Villa won the 250cc and 350cc World Championships on a Bimota framed Aermacchi Harley-Davidson (H-D).

Also attracting attention that year were Bimota framed mono-shock Morbidelli engined 250s. In 1976 a machine of this caliber was capable of 260km/h pumping out 64bhp from a water-cooled two-stroke twin.

Bimota built an Aermacchi H-D 500cc race bike in March 1976 which used a 500cc twin water-cooled two-stroke engine with 4 carburetors and 90bhp. The machine was extremely quick but very temperamental. H-D preferred to concentrate on its 250s and 350s with Walter Villa.

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Suzuki TR500 engined Bimota

The same year Suzuki commissioned Bimota to produce 50 frame kits for its water-cooled TR500 twin. These attractive machines produced 83bhp at 9,000rpm and ran Bimota magnesium wheels, Brembo disc brakes and Ceriani forks. Dry weight was 121kg. Whilst rare one of these machines can still be seen at Governor’s Bridge Motorcycles in the UK.

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Bimotasb p

GS750 Suzuki powered Bimota SB2

The success of this machine led to the GS750 Suzuki powered SB2 which appeared at the 1977 Bologna show. It was the first Bimota available as a frame kit or as a complete machine. The road version featured a spectacular wrap around frame with swooping bodywork. Very expensive, probably fewer than 70 of this model were made. Although retailing at 3,800 UK pounds, at the time, the razor sharp handling and Japanese power made this a very desirable machine. One of the first real superbikes which handled as well as went like stink.

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BimotaKB p

Kawasaki Z1 powered Bimota KB1

Next and the start of a long line of street machines was the 1977 KB1 which housed a 900/1000cc Kawasaki DOHC Four in a beautiful package.

Although Bimota again came to attention on the race scene, when Jon Ekerold won the 1980 350cc World Championship on a YB3 Yamaha, the company chose to concentrate on the road market. The result a string of high priced Honda, Kawasaki, Yamaha, Suzuki and Ducati exotica.

BimotaSBR

BimotaSBR

Bimota SB6R

The likes of the Suzuki GSX-R1100 engined SB6R and the Yamaha YZF1000 engined YB11 were some of the highlights for Bimota. This was a period where the Japanese made incredible engines but put them in fairly average specification chassis. Bimota housed those Japanese powerhouse engines in stronger frames fitted with much higher specification suspension and braking components. 

In 1988 the first ever World Superbike race was won by Italian Davide Tardozzi on the voluptuous YB4EI-R.

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Bimota YB R Tardozzi Virginio Ferrari

Virginio Ferrari and Davide Tardozzi on the Bimota YB-4R

In a strange twist of fate, and some say the curse hanging over Bimota, Tardozzi crashed in the second race and due to a very strange scoring system in that inaugural year of WSBK forfeited his points from the round. If not for that strange state of affairs Tardozzi and Bimota would have gone on to win the 1988 World Superbike Championship but that honour instead ended up going to America’s Fred Merkel on the Honda RC30.  Tardozzi and team-mate Stephane Mertens instead finished third and fourth on the championship points at the end of that first WorldSBK season. 

The YB4 was powered by a 20-valve Yamaha FZ750 engine and Virginio Ferrari rode an early carburetted version to the 1987 TT F1 Championship crown. 1988 saw Bimota add Weber-Marelli fuel-injection to what was the time a pioneering sportsbike with its aluminium twin-spar frame that set the scene for what was to eventually become the new norm in performance motorcycles. 

Davide Tardozzi WorldSBK Bimota

Davide Tardozzi WorldSBK Bimota

Davide Tardozzi won the first ever WorldSBK race on a YB4EI-R at Donington Park in 1988.

In 1990 Bimota released the Ducati 851 powered Tesi 1D. While the hub-centre steering worked very well it was reliant on careful set-up and constant maintenance. As a result most 1Ds had somewhat problematic handling, most of the time.

The Bimota Tesi 1D – Image by Phil Aynsley

A Rotax powered Supermono came in 1994 with the release of the BB1. A €10,000 race kit was offered that included magnesium wheels, upgraded suspension, fuel-injection and other go-fast bits. Bimota campaigned a modified BB1 in the Italian Super Mono series which used a 725cc motor that made 75hp.

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Bimota BB SupermonoPA BimotaBB

The Bimota BB1 used the same Rotax 650cc four-stroke motor that was used by BMW for their F650. The twin carburettor motor made 48 hp at 6500 rpm and gave the 145 kg machine a top speed of 177 km/h – Image by Phil Aynsley

20 years ago Anthony Gobert took Bimota’s last World Superbike victory with a suprise win in the wet at Phillip Island. A story we recently ran on MCNews.com.au relives that memorable weekend (link). 

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WorldSBK Phillip Island GobertMG p

Anthony Gobert won a race on the Suzuki TL1000R engined Bimota SB8R at Phillip Island in 2000.

Building their own fuel injected 500cc water-cooled two-stroke engined GP/road bike in the late 90s (the V-Due) led to financial collapse when the bike proved unreliable, predominantly due to problems with the fuel injection system which eventually saw the bike released with carburettors. A brilliant concept but one that essentially sank the company. 

2011 Bimota V-Due 500

2011 Bimota V-Due 500

Bimota V-Due 500 – Image by Phil Aynsley

The company was then bailed out after going into receivership only for them to go belly up again a few years later.

Bimota V-Due 500

Bimota V-Due 500

Following ongoing fuel injection problems the two-stroke Bimota V-Due 500 was eventually released with carburetors instead – Image by Phil Aynsley

The last remaining Bimota stocks in Australia were then sacrificed by up to $10,000 off their previous prices. Which caused major heartache for owners of later model Bimota machinery, who saw thousands knocked off the resale value of their motorcycles overnight.  The market for Bimota models then subsequently rebounded somewhat in more recent years. 

In September of this year Bimota was finally given some stability after being taken over by Swiss based Italian business partners Daniele Longoni and Marco Chiancianesi. After making their money in construction and real estate the partners have big plans for Bimota including the release of a new range of supercharged machines.

In September of this year Bimota was finally given some stability after being taken over by Swiss based Italian business partners Daniele Longoni and Marco Chiancianesi. After making their money in construction and real estate the partners have big plans for Bimota including the release of a new range of supercharged machines.

Bimota seemingly had some stability after being taken over by Swiss based Italian business partners Daniele Longoni and Marco Chiancianesi. After making their money in construction and real estate the partners had big plans for Bimota including the release of a new range of supercharged machines. The plans went somewhat awry but a recent significant investment by Kawasaki could be the road to success for Bimota. Pictured here is the Db8 Oronero introduced in 2014.

A new group of investors then purchased the Bimota name,. Scientologists Marco Chiancianesi and Daniele Longoni headed the company but again Bimota fell into trouble and in 2017 the Rimini factory was reportedly closed. 

Late last year though Kawasaki took a 49 per cent stake in the company and Bimota is set to release the avant-garde Tesi H2 complete with a supercharged Kawasaki engine.

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

One would have hoped that the design influence of the Italians would have finally given us a good looking supercharged Kawasaki engined motorcycle, but unfortunately that does not appear to be the case…

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

What is the first new bike for Bimota in five years is then expected to be followed later this year by a KB4 model powered by the engine from the Ninja 1000 SX.

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

This time around is Bimota in for the long haul thanks to the involvement of Kawasaki?  Time will tell…. But with Kawasaki on board the odds are probably better than they have ever been for this bespoke Italian brand. 

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2


Mr. Hiroshi Ito – Kawasaki Heavy Industries, Ltd
Motorcycle & Engine Company, Planning Division Manager

“I am Hiroshi Ito from Kawasaki Japan. I’m very happy and very excited to be able to share the revival of Bimota here with you all. Kawasaki has established Italian Motorcycle Investment here in Italy as a subsidiary of Kawasaki Motors Europe. IMI will be renamed Bimota S.P.A., with B and Motion S.A. (former BIMOTA S.A.) as 50.1%,and Kawasaki Motors Europe as 49.9% shareholders.

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

“The story has began three years ago. A small investment bank approached us inquiring if we were interested in an Italian motorcycle manufacturer. The company name was veiled, but when I checked the documents I instantly noticed. Oh it’s Bimota !!!. Yes, that Bimota. For motorcycle enthusiast at my age, Bimota was legendary motorcycles that we used to dream of with its incredible chassis, jewel-like parts and an unaffordable price tag

“I immediately flew to Milan and met Sig. Marco, CEO of Bimota S.A. November, 2016 — just three years ago. He talked he was so excited about his racing activity on Bimota, I thought “this project will be a success”. Because he is a real motorcycle enthusiast.

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

“Later, I had the chance to spend almost whole day with Bimota’s legendary designer Sig, Marconi. We forgot all about the time when we talked. “Combining this engine and that chassis… adding these parts… we can make a great bike.” I was convinced our project will make a great success and we can make new history.

“Bimota is Italian premium motorcycle brand born and grown in Rimini, Italy and has been Italian Motorcycle Investment S.P.A. Bimota is a jewel of Italy. So It must be based in Rimini, Italy. It must be designed by Italian designers. And it must be built by Italian craftsmen otherwise it will lose it value.

Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2

“So, our mission is clear, we will support Sig. Marconi and his team will make new legendary history of Bimota with Kawasaki’s legendary engines! We’d like declare now “Bimota is here as most premium motorcycle in the world. “


Bimota Tesi H

Bimota Tesi H

2020 Bimota Tesi H2
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Mystical Morocco: Edelweiss Bike Travel’s Morocco Tour

Ducati Morocco ride
Fast, comfortable and oh-so red, a Ducati Multistrada 950 from Edelweiss’ rental fleet was an ideal choice for the Morocco Tour. Behind it is the Ounila River valley and Aït-Ben-Haddou, a 17th century “ksar” (fortified village) on the old trading route between Marrakesh and the Sahara Desert. Considered an outstanding example of southern Moroccan mud-brick architecture, it has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1987 and a filming location for many TV shows and movies such as “Game of Thrones,” “Gladiator” and “The Mummy.”

Morocco is one of those places that seems both familiar and unfamiliar. We’ve heard of cities like Fez and Marrakesh, and most of us can imagine their crowded, maze-like bazaars full of merchants hawking rugs and spices. Perhaps we’ve eaten couscous or tagine in a Moroccan restaurant or watched “Casablanca” a few times. But, unless we’ve been there, what we know is just bits and pieces of a rich and varied country full of hidden delights.

Located along the Atlantic and Mediterranean coasts of northwest Africa — and separated from Spain by just nine miles at the Strait of Gibraltar — Morocco has incredibly diverse topography, scenery and culture, with a mix of Berber, Arab, African and European influences. Inhabited for tens of thousands of years, Morocco has been occupied by Phoenicians, Berbers, Romans, Muslims and, during the first half of the 20th century, the French and Spanish. Independent since 1956, the Kingdom of Morocco is a constitutional monarchy with an elected parliament, Islam is its predominant religion and, by regional standards, it is politically stable and economically prosperous.

Morocco street signs
Some signs in Morocco are in three commonly spoken languages: Arabic (top), Berber (middle) and French (bottom).

The Atlas and Rif mountain ranges dominate much of Morocco, with the Atlas forming an east-west barrier that separates the temperate Mediterranean climate to the north from the arid desert climate to the south. During Edelweiss Bike Travel’s 13-day Morocco Tour, we rode along craggy coastlines, up and over rugged mountains, through deep, narrow river gorges and across desolate desert valleys. We wandered the medinas (old quarters) of Fez and Marrakesh, explored the blue-painted alleys of Chefchaouen, visited the largest mosque in Africa and rode camels across sand dunes for a night of camping in the Sahara Desert, visiting several UNESCO World Heritage Sites along the way. I’ve been on a dozen overseas motorcycle tours on five continents, and Morocco offered the best variety of roads, scenery, food and experiences of them all. 

First, we had to get there.

Edelweiss motorcycle tour Morocco
A map of the tour route.

The tour starts and ends in Málaga, on Spain’s southern coast. After the first night’s welcome briefing, bike hand-over and dinner, we geared up and made our way southeast along the Costa Del Sol, scrubbing the sides of our tires on the winding road up to Ronda, one of Spain’s best motorcycling roads. We spent the afternoon in Gibraltar, a British Overseas Territory at the southern tip of the Iberian Peninsula, enjoying views from its massive, 1,400-foot limestone promontory and snapping photos of its tourist-friendly population of monkeys. A ferry ride across the strait took us to Cueta, an autonomous Spanish city on the northeast tip of Morocco.

Gibraltar monkey
Monkeying around on the Rock of Gibraltar.

Our second day started with a hurry-up-and-wait crossing of the high-traffic border, a process handled with aplomb by our multilingual guide Angela, who has led more than 20 tours in Morocco. After several miles on a manicured boulevard lined with resorts and shopping malls, we hugged the coast on a dramatic road high above the Mediterranean. After a seafood lunch overlooking the sea, we turned inland, twisting through the Laou River canyon that forms a deep rift in the Rif Mountains.

The richness of Morocco was on full display in Chefchaouen, a 15th-century town perched on a mountainside with many of its buildings painted various shades of blue. As we explored the narrow, winding alleyways of the “souk” (marketplace) in the medina, artwork, rugs, clothing, spices and trinkets spilled onto the cobblestone walkways and steep stairs, some corridors barely wide enough for two people to pass. At dusk we heard “adhan,” the Islamic call to prayer recited five times a day by muezzins via loudspeakers atop mosque minarets. With mosques scattered throughout Chefchaouen, adhan creates a loud Arabic chorus that can be heard citywide. The next morning I was awoken by the call to prayer well before sunrise, followed by howls from dozens of dogs.

Ducati Morocco ride
The blue buildings and alleys of Chefchaouen.

Our itinerary included two nights in Chefchaouen at two different hotels, one at the beginning of the tour and another 10 days later after making a counterclockwise loop around Morocco. From Chefchaouen we rode southwest, out of the Rif Mountains and across fertile plains to Mohammedia on the Atlantic coast. Our group was large, with 17 participants, three guides, 16 motorcycles and one support van. After each morning’s ride briefing, we split into two groups and left about 30 minutes apart, meeting up at coffee and lunch stops. From Mohammedia, one group rode into Casablanca to tour the massive Hassan II Mosque, which has a 690-foot minaret that looms over the city’s waterfront. The rest of us rode farther down the coast to El Jadida, a port city that includes the walled village of Mazagan, a fortified supply depot built by the Portuguese in the 16th century.

For our rest days in Marrakesh and Fez, Edelweiss hired a local guide who gave us a walking tour of each city’s medina. With its dark, narrow corridors full of stalls displaying produce and meat, leather goods, metalwork, ceramics, rugs, jewelry, artwork, clothing, you name it — each one with a vendor enticing you inside (“Hello my friend, you buy something?”) or haggling with a patron — the medina in Marrakesh is a high-calorie feast for the senses. Our guide Ahmed knew the complex warren like the back of his hand, leading us to a museum of carpet weaving and artisans’ workshops. We returned that night to find the medina’s wide-open plaza brightly lit and full of people, food vendors and performers.

The souk in Marrakesh.
The souk in Marrakesh. Photo by Dieter Arnoth.
A snake charmer and cobra in Marrakesh.
A snake charmer and cobra in Marrakesh. Photo by Dieter Arnoth.
Marrakesh medina souk
The medinas in Marrakesh and Fez are a sensual feast any time of day, but they’re especially vibrant at night, a true kaleidoscope of sights, sounds and smells.

The riding experience kicked into high gear as we left Marrakesh, climbing into the High Atlas, summiting a 7,415-foot pass called Tizi n’Tichka and barreling down the Ounila River valley, its corridor of green surrounded by multicolored canyon walls. We spent the night in a small village at Riad Ksar Ighnda, built in the traditional “riad” style with mud-brick walls surrounding a large inner courtyard, this one catering to tourists with lush gardens, a heated saltwater pool and a bar stocked with ice-cold Casablanca beer. Accommodations on this tour are comfortable, mid-to-high-end hotels catering to English-speaking tourists (the most common languages in Morocco are Arabic and French). Nearly all serve alcohol and have swimming pools, both welcome indulgences at the end of full riding days. The tour includes breakfast and dinner buffets at the hotels, while lunches are at local spots along the route that offer more interesting cuisine.

Throughout the 1,800-mile tour we traveled on paved roads, though in some rural or mountainous areas they were of poor quality or under construction. Outside of cities traffic was light, but sharing the road with horse-drawn carts, mopeds, tuk-tuks, dogs, donkeys or camels was common. Big motorcycles are rare in Morocco; whenever we rode through villages my left arm got tired from waving back to everyone, especially kids, who waved to us.

Edelweiss motorcycle tour Morocco
Our tour guide Angela delighted a group of girls with her bright red Ducati.

The most dramatic scenery was through the Dadès and Todras gorges that cut into the Atlas Mountains. After winding our way through villages along the edge of the Dadès River valley, we enjoyed a picnic lunch hosted by our guides. Then the real fun started. We burrowed deeper into the gorge, its walls closing in and looming higher until we climbed a famous set of switchbacks that took us to the upper gorge. Continuing on, the gorge squeezed down to a single-lane slot before opening up again. The best part was turning around and riding back out the way we came! After a night in a luxurious hotel perched on a hill above Boulmane Dadès, we rode farther east and into and back out of the Todras Gorge.

Edelweiss motorcycle tour Morocco
Our tour guides hosted two picnic lunches in scenic locations. This one was in the Dadès Gorge, and the sandstone in the background is the remnant of an ancient coral reef when the area was under the sea millions of years ago.
Dadès Gorge switchbacks Morocco
The switchbacks that climb their way up through the Dadès Gorge is perhaps the most famous section of pavement in Morocco.

Although the area of Morocco south of the Atlas Mountains has a desert climate, only a narrow sliver of the country near the Algerian border is technically part of the Sahara. We rode into the world’s largest desert on our eighth day, with most of our group riding north to Erfoud for a rest day by the pool at the Hotel Kasbah, and eight of us going to Merzouga for a two-hour camel ride through Erg Chebbi dunes and night in a Berber-style camp.

Riding camels through the Erg Chebbi dunes on our way to a Berber camp in the Sahara.
Riding camels through the Erg Chebbi dunes on our way to a Berber camp in the Sahara.
Erg Chebbi dunes
The glow from the Berber camp where we spent the night on the edge of the Erg Chebbi dunes. Photo by Dieter Arnoth.

During our late fall tour we enjoyed day after day of sunny skies and pleasantly warm temperatures. As our route turned north, we rode through the Ziz River canyon, up and over the High Atlas and across a wide plain. The cool, sunny morning turned into a cold, foggy, rainy day as we traversed the Middle Atlas, over 7,145-foot Col du Zad, through cedar forested national parks and past ski resorts.

We dried out during our final rest day in Fez, where Ahmed led us on a tour of a ceramics cooperative, the foul-smelling leather dying district and other parts of the medina. That night several of us had camel burgers for dinner! Our route back to Chefchaouen took us back into the Rif Mountains on a road that could easily be mistaken for one in the Alps, and before we knew it we were crossing the border, ferrying across the strait and putting our kickstands down back in Málaga, our hearts and minds overflowing with new experiences, memories and stories. If you’re the curious sort who’s ready for an exotic adventure, put Morocco on your list. 

Edelweiss Bike Travel’s Morocco Tour normally runs March/April and October/November. Visit edelweissbike.com for details.

Edelweiss motorcycle tour Morocco
Jürg and Beatrice are followed by Freddy and Monika, two couples from Switzerland winding their way through the scenic Ounila River valley.
Edelweiss motorcycle tour Morocco
Our group of three guides and 17 participants was a friendly group of folks from Germany, Spain, Switzerland and the United States.

Source: RiderMagazine.com

Moto Guzzi Falcone ‘Corpo dei Corrazzieri’

With Phil Aynsley


One of the most sought after models for Moto Guzzi aficionados is this derivative of one of the company’s most common models, the Falcone.

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Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

The Moto Guzzi Falcone ‘Corpo dei Corrazzieri’ was a police/military special Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

This version of the Falcone proved a great success for Moto Guzzi

The 500cc Corpo dei Corrazzieri (Presidential Guard) was one of a range of special police and military models that Guzzi was so successful in producing.

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Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Production ran for 18 years, with this a 1957 model Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Falcone ‘Corpo dei Corrazzieri’ Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Falcone ‘Corpo dei Corrazzieri’

The Falcone was manufactured from 1950 through to 1968 and this 1957 example of the Corpo dei Corrazzieri has many changes to the standard bike.

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Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

This model features a number of modifications from the standard to suit police work

The electrics were upgraded to 12V and an electric stater fitted. The additional batteries required for it were hidden in the integral rear guard “panniers”. A siren was mounted under the headlight and unique bodywork fitted.

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Additional batteries were hidden behind the bodywork Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Electric start was also fitted

The modest output of 25 hp at 5000 rpm was not much of a drawback for the bike’s duties.

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Falcone ‘Corpo dei Corrazzieri’ Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Power was a modest 25 horsepower

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Moto Guzzi Corpo dei Corrazzieri PA FalconeCdC

Source: MCNews.com.au

Arkansas Odyssey: Circling the Northwest Quarter of The Natural State

Arkansas motorcycle ride
The headwaters of the 153-mile-long Buffalo National River begin here as Big Buffalo Creek, becoming the river near Boxley. Photos by the author and Max Jacobs.

I love the Ozarks. I really should have been born in them. Instead, after riding in the Ozarks 15 years ago, I fell so much in love that I moved here. To this day I ride through northwest Arkansas on roads carved rudely through the landscape. Table rocks, great sheets of stone laying one atop the other for hundreds of miles,
circulate ground water in subterranean rivers and rivulets cascade over and out of the dynamite-exposed roadside cliffs to become known as “Roche a Cri” — Rocks that Cry. In winter’s depth the fluid turns to ice, making faerie castles out of ordinary highway construction just for our enjoyment.

If Walt Disney had made a theme park for motorcyclists he’d have called it Arkansas. The state is six separate chunks of paradise: the Northwest, North Central, Upper Delta, Southwest, Central and Lower Delta. Each has its own magic. We chose to make our home near the Northwest, with the most fabled motorcycle roads and, now, an array of attractions that bring international visitors to what remains otherwise a largely uncluttered, rural thrill ride for us brothers and sisters of the wind.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
From Berryville the ride to Eureka Springs on two-lane U.S. Route 62 sets the stage for the tilt-a-whirl roads that make up much of northwest Arkansas. This is a “highway.” The byways are even better.

As fall began coloring the woods and the air turned crisp as apple cider, my good wife Max and I decided to fly our new Can-Am Spyder F3 Limited on a circle tour of just the northwest quarter.

The big thrill to riding the Ozarks is that roads here are rollercoasters. The lines go ’round and ’round across mountain ridges and valleys called “hollers.” On two wheels you lean and lean. On three, you hear shouts and squeals of laughter from the back seat.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
A map of the route taken, by Bill Tipton/compartmaps.com.

We started from home on Missouri Route 13 south, running in loop-dee-loops around Table Rock Lake through green hills spotted with small towns, and across the lake on Route 86 into Arkansas, down Arkansas Highway 221 and the fairytale village of Berryville. Charged up on sunshine, cerulean skies and twists and turns we rumbled into the town square, the kind you remember from old movies and stories told at Thanksgiving, if you listened.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Summer Newberry’s Hometown Scoop on the Berryville town square is as unlike a chain fast-food joint as they come: a fresh bakery and really good conversation with welcoming townsfolk.

We never eat at franchise burger joints. On the square in the Norman Rockwell painting called Berryville, we found a café on the corner right out of idyllic Main Street. Lunch was more than tasty, it was fun. “Arkies” are the friendliest folks around, and always helpful and interested in motorcyclists. Summer Newberry, owner of the Hometown Scoop, made us welcome with a panini, hot berry cobbler and coffee. And she straightened us out on the best way to our destination for the night, over the mountain pass on twisty two-lane U.S. Route 62 to the first of our international hotspots, the enchanted village of Eureka Springs. On the ride over, while grinning at sweepers and a twisty or two, we waved at bison herds and riders coming the other way.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Eureka Springs gained a reputation for its healing waters during the Civil War, where Dr. Johnson brought wounded troops…the sign above tells the rest of the story.

Eureka Springs drops you back in time, as the Victorian houses, hotels, restaurants and dozens of quaint shops appear just as they did in the 1890s, when the healing waters of the 60 springs drew the wealthy in for relief from the debauchery of their rich diets and drinking. Streets go up, down and around the rocky hillsides into which they are chiseled. Half the fun is just trying to figure out in which direction the sun will set, along with finding a place to park your ride.

Stay in one of the old world hotels here, rich in flavor as a steaming mug of early morning coffee…with a slug of brandy. We chose the New Orleans Hotel with a Creole-feeling suite on the ground floor that dropped off in the back three stories from the rear terrace to the parking lot. Be careful where you walk! The Crescent Hotel, way up on the top tier of the village, dates from 1886. Known as “America’s Most Haunted Hotel,” it’s worth your time to take the nightly Ghost Tour.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Eureka Springs is a throwback to the Victorian Era. Charm abounds on every street and the altitude changes step by step. Bring walking shoes if you plan to stay.

Morning light incarnadines the forest spanning both sides of U.S. 62, curling with delight along the ridge, swooping with more laughs from the backseat down and around happy twisties across our old friend Table Rock Lake, up to Pea Ridge National Military Park, the Trail of Tears National Historic Trail, through Little Flock (not to be confused with Rock) and into the next international draw, Bentonville.

You’re in Walmart land! On the perfect town square you might see Jimmy Stewart dashing home in Frank Capra’s “It’s A Wonderful Life.” Here is the original five-and-dime store started by Sam Walton in May 1950. Twelve years later Walmart opened in nearby Rogers, and the revolution in commerce was on. The biggest retailer in the world began right here. A million or so visitors each year find out more at the Walmart Museum next door, and Walton’s daughter Alice left for us an amazing gift in Bentonville, the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art. It is a magnet for art lovers, and it’s free.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Sam Walton’s memory commands the town square in Bentonville. At this very store his Walmart retailing empire began.

Heading south we passed neighboring Fayetteville, famed for its annual weekend fall festival, Bikes, Blues & BBQ. If you’re into crowds this is the South’s Sturgis. Last year more than 315,000 revelers rode into this self-described “family friendly” rally.

Four-lane Interstate 49 runs down to our next destination for the night, Fort Smith. Take that if you must, but we chose the rural two lanes. Highway 265 winds past Hogeye and Strickler (don’t blink) through pristine trees with so little traffic it feels like they paved it just for us. Join Highway 170 into a unique, unfettered virgin forest and Devil’s Den State Park. Arbor tunnels of green and gold have those yellow diamond shaped signs with curved arrows reading 15 mph. If you’re on a café racer or have done the Isle of Man — be wary. Anything else…go slow! “Arkie” highway engineers follow old Indian paths and hard rock ridges. One switchback warned, “10 mph.” A downhill giant paperclip twist, it made me stop dead in the middle and laugh!

Arkansas motorcycle ride
The warm fall sun drops away on that iconic Highway 7 as we head north toward Harrison and the Arkansas/Missouri border. Poetry in motion and memories as warm as that sunset.

Devil’s Den, like all state parks, is a refuge from the grind of city life. Deep in the forest, campgrounds and rental cabins are clean and close to the park store where rangers are friendly and eager to help. A river runs through and there is swimming and fishing. We plan to return here for a week in the spring.

Take Highway 220 out of the park and enjoy the dipsy-doodle ride in the Ozark-St. Francis National Forest past hamlets called Lee Creek, Cedarville and Figure Five, and then merge onto Highway 59 through Van Buren across the Arkansas River to rest for the night in Fort Smith. You’ll need a good night’s sleep.

Our last “international interest” spot for the northwest, Fort Smith is history buff candy. The National Park Service maintains the site of the fort where the Poteau River joins the Arkansas. It traces three episodes of our expansion, the details of which are all on display at no cost in the barracks visitor center, the commissary, gallows, Trail of Tears overlook and more. Check out #fortsmitharkansas and prepare to spend a day where the “New South meets the Old West.”

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Old Fort Smith is a history buff’s delight. Rangers tell tales of the place where the “New South meets the Old West.” We had the place to ourselves on this weekday.

Eastward on Highway 22, the bottom line of our circle traces the course of the Arkansas River across flatter land for farms and livestock ranches. From Highway 22 we took Highway 109 at Midway straight north across the big river again to Clarksville and the start of the best ride of our lives. Scenic Highway 7 gets a lot of press for thrill-seeking riders.

This time we chose Highway 21 through the national forest. This is a heart-starter through Johnson and Newton counties, rivaling curve for curve its Carolina cousin, the Tail of the Dragon. I mentioned rollercoasters — this is the longest one I’ve seen!

Arkansas motorcycle ride
Scenic Highway 7 is justifiably famous. Some locals prefer the equally thrilling Highway 21 from Clarksville to Ponca. The pavement is immaculate, the foliage lush and the traffic minimal. Wind it out.
Arkansas motorcycle ride
Here’s an authentic relic from the times when Fort Smith was a real fort. The building in back was the commissary and storehouse.

Cross the headwaters of the Buffalo River and stop at Boxley. The 16-mile-long grassy valley is home to the protected herd of elk found lolling about in tall grass and a river so clean you want to drink it. The Elk Education Center up the road in Ponca will surprise you with animal tales and directions to viewing areas. There’s a café for needed refreshments, too.

We picked a new place to spend our last night on the road, following the buffalo along Highway 74 to Jasper. “Wowser” is the word for the first couple of miles of heavy forest and sidewinder switchbacks and twisties. Sport riders will drag knees here and make scraping noises and sparks. Max and I enjoyed the view on three wheels at a slower, yet fun clip. In Jasper we found scenic Highway 7 again and turned briefly five miles south and uphill all the way, sensing something wonderful off to the left. 

Arkansas motorcycle ride
From Jasper it’s a short ride south on scenic Highway 7 to our B&B overlooking the Grand Canyon of Arkansas.

Our stopover is a grandiose but cozy B&B called the Overlook. The “over” which it looks, is the stunning Arkansas Grand Canyon. Somebody said, “The Ozark Mountains are not so high but the valleys are so deep.” Here you can experience the full impact of that. Magnificent vistas from the deck of our room warm hearts and soften souls. On our way to dinner that evening we met two couples on Harleys — they too were “overlooking” the canyon. They’d ridden in snow from home in Minnesota and came down to ride just a little longer this year.

Arkansas motorcycle ride
On Highway 7 overlooking the Grand Canyon of Arkansas, we take a break with two couples on Harleys from Minnesota. Michelle Thomas tries my Spyder. Husband Mark clutches his bagger. Missus Max and I just share the joy of another day on the road.

Next morning our odyssey ride took us back up Highway 7 with a final jolt of adrenaline and joy into Harrison and up U.S. Route 65 through Branson and Springfield to our own Ozark home. These hills and hollers with well-paved inspiring blacktop roads can only be dreamt about in the big city. The Ozarks are a wondrous mystery to be lived. 

Arkansas motorcycle ride
A final hint that Arkansas has so many scenic roads, yet so little time! Just try to ride them all.

Source: RiderMagazine.com

1978 Ducati 750 GT & Sport

1974 Ducati 750 GT & Sport

With Phil Aynsley


Some idea of the importance of the Australian market to Ducati in the 1970s (it was in fact the company’s largest export market for most of the decade), can be seen in these two 750 models.

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

1978 Ducati 750 GT Australian special Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

1978 Ducati 750 GT Australian special

While at first glance they look like a normal 1974 GT and Sport they are in fact 1978 ‘models’ constructed from spare parts by the factory at the request of the Australian importer – Frasers.

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Australian special Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Australian special

At the time the recently released 860 GT was seen by the market as a backwards step from the 750 GT (at least aesthetically), which had ceased production in 1974, and there was no Sport equivalent available with the “square case” motor.

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

The 1978 Ducati 750 GT proved a racing success in the Superbike class in Australia Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

1978 Ducati 750 GT Australian special

The 750 GT had proved to be very successful first step into the Superbike class with Australian sales rising from 33 upon introduction in ’71, to 151 in ’72, 202 in ’73 and 396 in ’74. The 860 GT’s figures were 181 in ’74, 270 in ’75 and 244 (including 14 GTEs) in ’76 – quite a drop from the “round case” 750.

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

1978 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

1978 Ducati 750 GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

Ducati GT Australia PA GT

There were only a few differences between the ’78 and ’74 GT models. The later bikes used the same CEV switch gear as the ’78 SS and had the newer “double line” Ducati logo stencilled on the rear of the seat. A total of 41 were imported.

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport

The 22 ’78 750 Sports built had even less changes. Some had slightly different switch-gear fitted but they were basically identical to the earlier versions.

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

Ducati Sport Australia PA Sport

1978 Ducati 750 Sport
Source: MCNews.com.au

Around the world with The Bear | Part 28 | Pamukkale to Bulgaria

The King of Every Kingdom
Around the world on a very small motorcycle

With J. Peter “The Bear” Thoeming

Last we settled down Pamukkale, to the chirping of the frogs, now we make a beeline to Bulgaria, and answer the age old question of, ‘Can you repair a BMW with a pair of truck tyre levers?’ Yes you can.


The frogs in the pool did their best to keep us awake and there was an attempt to short-change us in the morning, but other than that, Pamukkale was a pleasant place. On the way out of town the clutch on the BMW started slipping quite badly, but Michel adjusted it up as far as possible and managed to make the bike rideable.

The road we had selected to take us back to the coast was marked as ‘stabilised’ beyond the little town of Kale on our map. In Kale, we stopped for a glass of tea and Annie and Cathy were the only women in the tea house. No-one appeared to be concerned. We donned rain gear, and the locals tried to dissuade us from going on. ‘Rocks this big and mud that deep!’ they said.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Stabilised conditions were’t what we expected… the locals were right

They were right, too. ‘Stabilised’ turned out to mean deep, gluey mud and we lasted a little more than a mile before deciding it wasn’t for us. That road was 56 miles long!

Our alternative was better, and a filling lunch of kofte (meatballs) and beans was enlivened by a conversation with a couple of bank tellers, who were delighted to exercise their English. They told us that petrol prices had doubled in the previous month. We still thought it cheap.

On the road down through the ranges, Michel suddenly pulled over to the left and stopped. I followed, put the side stand down – and the bike fell over on the slope. The stand had broken through the tar, and the bike tipped, spilling Annie and me off – right under the back wheel of the BMW. Now Michel had pulled over because he thought he smelled something burning.

His first thought, therefore, when I dived under the back of his bike, was that I was putting out a fire. So he dived off as well, also ready to extinguish the blaze. Confusion reigned for a minute until we had it all sorted out, the XS back on its wheels and Michel reassured that the R100 wasn’t about to go up in smoke.

Annie then saved the day by producing the brandy flask. Those Vetter fairings really are good – better than any crashbar – and there’s room for a brandy flask in the pocket. There wasn’t a scratch on the XS.

We found a campsite out at Kemer, past Antalya – it was free because the season hadn’t started (‘No, no’, said the site manager, that meant only that he couldn’t charge us, not that we couldn’t stay; in fact he turned on the hot water for the showers) – and we did a bit more lying around in the sun, as well as going for a run down the coast to Kas.

This stretch was as pretty as ever with its steep, pine-covered hills and empty beaches. The road that was being built when Charlie and I had come through here a year and a half before was already disintegrating.

The Yamaha handled the potholes and gravel noticeably better than the BMW, despite the stuffed shocks. The BMW also had a flat tyre on the morning of our departure. Nothing to do with Turkey, this was an after-effect of the encounter with the rock in Yugoslavia. The tyre had sustained a slight split on the inside, and this had been plucking away at the tube, finally tearing it. I’ll say this for BMW, they supply an excellent pump.

After another ethnic lunch at Antalya, we rolled east along the rather featureless coast. In Anamur, the bikes were parked on an embankment above the market square while we did some shopping, but suddenly a gust of wind caught the BMW and flipped it onto its side. The bike landed right on the edge of the embankment, slipped over and crashed down a foot and a half onto its back on concrete. Then it tipped onto its side. Almost a complete somersault.

At first it looked as though the only damage was a broken mirror and a cracked fairing, but when we tried to ride away the back tyre was rubbing against the guard. The fall had bent the rear frame loop.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Enjoying some refreshments off the bike

Fortunately, another campsite presented itself just down on the beach. When the owner realised that we were having problems with the bike, he told us his friend had the tools to fix that, and would be around in the morning. He then invited us to dinner and drinks.

A thoroughly drunken night followed: we tried to teach our host some Australian songs (no, no, once a jolly swagman…); he recited a great deal of poetry, we did some dancing; there were drunken protestations of eternal friendship; and in an incredibly badly judged display of helpfulness I gave two guys a lift home high into the hills on the big Yammie – both of them on the back at the same time on single track paths alongside irrigation canals.

After I delivered them I had no idea where I was. Well, actually I knew where I was. I just didn’t know where anywhere else was. I navigated by the lights of the town down by the water.

Annie misjudged the strength of the spirits and went to sleep in my lap when I finally got back, and what eventually saved us was the nearby shop running out of raki. We had to switch to the considerably less alcoholic beer. I’ve seldom had such a good time.

We ‘repaired’ the R100S in the morning with the special tools our drinking buddy’s friend had – a couple of enormous crowbars – took a look at the marvelous Crusader castle while our hangovers abated and then tackled the cliff road east. This is a great run through stunning country, made less pleasant only by the lumbering timber trucks.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

We managed to find several locations with a hot shower on offer

We had trouble keeping up with the flying Mols as the BMW’s handling came into its own on the tar. Camp was at the BP Mocamp that Charlie and I had disliked so heartily on the previous occasion. Everyone wanted a shower. The place was still as expensive and the staff as rude as before, but at least the water was hot.

Then on to Mersin, where a tractor tried to run Michel off the road, and up through the Cilician Gates to the Anatolian Plateau. The dual carriageway claimed by our map turned out to be sheer optimism—all they’d done was make the old road less passable with their road works.

The Rock House Hotel at Goreme was closed, perhaps because it was still early in the season, so we went to ‘Paris’ Camping instead, which not only had hot showers but free gas cookers and tables and chairs. A few days passed pleasantly enough with sightseeing and clambering in and out of stone houses, and we changed the rear tyre on the XS without any of the problems experienced by the bike shop in France. Well, getting the bead on the tyre to pop properly wasn’t easy with only a hand pump, but the security bolts gave no trouble at all.

We climbed to the top of the stone fortress at Uchisar, and one of the town urchins chased us all the way up to sell us a guide book. Unfortunately, he’d gone by the bikes – full German registration on the Yamaha and German tax-free registration on the BMW – and had brought the German guidebook instead of the English one; a wasted climb.

On the way to Ankara via Kirsehir everything was green again. The fields and meadows were feeling the spring even here on the high plateau. Crossing an embankment, the Mols hit a pothole and bombed the unsuspecting peasants below with one of their panniers – the Krauser came off the bike, bounced along the road and then dived down into the fields, but there was no damage beyond a few scratches.

Now you know why BMW riders with old Krauser panniers always have straps around them. The main road to Ankara hadn’t improved since I’d last travelled it and we had to contend with long stretches of gravel and dirt. The Ankara campground had taken down its sign, but I remembered where it was and we managed to wake the guard.

Although my old friend Rochester had gone, we were still not allowed to camp on the grass, just like old times. When we went off to do a little shopping, we discovered that a kilo of onions cost the same as six bottles of beer. There’s a moral there somewhere.

It was back out into the grey air and heavy traffic of Ankara in the morning. Martial law was in operation, every corner had its soldiers, and at strategic intersections there were rows of tanks. The tank crews were really taken with the bikes and waved enthusiastically as we passed. We waved back, of course. Of course!

Suddenly the BMW started to lose oil rapidly, and it didn’t take long to find out why. The sump was gradually lowering itself on its bolts and spitting out oil. Michel tightened it, making ominous comments about Turkey and BMWs. Then we were off to do battle with the traffic on the Istanbul road.

The less said about this run the better – we were forced off the road once each and didn’t really enjoy it. The first tanks at the outskirts of Istanbul were actually a welcome sight, and when we stopped the crew of one of them insisted on giving us cigarettes. Soon afterwards, we rolled over the toll bridge back into Europe.

We located the most convenient camping ground, set up the tents and ducked off to town for dinner; I took the others to the little kebab bar Charlie and I had found, where the food was as good as ever.

We resealed the sump on the R100 S with liquid gasket and I put the stays from the top box back into their proper place on the rack. I thought we were through the worst of the roads; little did I know.

After the obligatory rounds of sightseeing, which are more worthwhile in Istanbul than in most places, we raided the Grand Bazaar. It sells everything from everywhere – all at negotiable prices. Never believe what the merchants tell you, just dig in and enjoy it.

They have some beautiful things – I bought Annie a miniature painting on ivory (yes, I know, ivory – but it was clearly quite old and the elephant would have died a long time ago) and myself a pipe, an eagle’s claw carved out of meerschaum.

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Around the world with The Bear Peter Thoeming Part

Turkey offered stunning scenery

The radio featured marvelous selections from sixties and seventies rock as well as classical music, and we played a chess championship. I won! But only because all the others were even more beginners than I. An idyllic existence, despite martial law and shootings.

Then the Mols were off again to southern Greece and the sun, carrying with them our Scrabble set as a farewell gift. We turned our wheels towards Bulgaria and then home.

The trip had lasted over six months by this stage and we were quite happy to have it end. A tour has a sort of natural lifespan, although most people have to get back to work before it runs for that long. The lifespan of our tour was coming to an end, and it was time to let it die gracefully.


Turkey was pretty interesting. That was nothing compared to the Eastern Bloc, though!

Source: MCNews.com.au

1971 Ducati 750 GT

With Phil Aynsley


What I photographed here is a beautifully restored 1971 Ducati 750 GT, a bike that was a real pleasure to spend time with!

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

The 750 GT went into production in mid-1971, with the first 404 examples (this bike has frame number 61 and engine number 62), having sand-cast crankcases and many other differences compared to later bikes.

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

The engine cases featured large circular recesses in the sump, originally designed for the footpeg mounts. In addition the clutch cover was without a separate inspection cover; the tank was uniquely shaped, as was the seat; the valve covers were polished; the foot-pegs were positioned further forward than on the later bikes; both the Grand Turismo handgrips and this shape choke lever were only found on these early bikes.

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

The rear drum brake was a twin leading shoe type as opposed to the single leading shoe fitted to all later production (up to around frame number 80, the same with the one piece clutch cover).

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

The owner of the bike chose to paint the frame silver grey as seen in the factory brochures and possibly on some very early production bikes, but no one has ever actually seen one as far as anyone can now tell.

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

The ’71 750 GT made 57 hp at 7700 rpm and had a dry weight of 185 kg.  Top speed was 200 km/h. It was the first of a very long run of Ducati V-twins that of course continues to this very day! And it is gorgeous!

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

1971 Ducati 750 GT

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Ducati GT PA DucatiGT

Source: MCNews.com.au

Motorcycling with a pillion passenger | How to Guide

How to take a pillion on your motorcycle

By Adam Child


For some the very idea of taking a pillion sounds horrendous, like carrying a bag of potatoes on the back, it upsets the handling; bikes are made for one. However, the other side of the argument is that motorcycling can be fun to share!

Personally, I enjoy taking a pillion, whether it’s a gentle ride out with my wife on the back, or charitable pillion laps on a race track at race pace – I enjoy them both equally.

Win a pillion ride with legends Steve Martin or Troy Bayliss at the ASBK Wakefield round.

Win a pillion ride with legends Steve Martin or Troy Bayliss at the ASBK Wakefield round.

Steve Martin or Troy Bayliss often take a pillion for a lap at ASBK rounds

Obviously, some bikes are more suitable than others, and the same can be said for pillions. However, over 20-years of professional testing, I’ve picked up a few tips which I’m sharing with you. If you’ve never taken a pillion before don’t worry, it’s not as daunting as it may appear – that is unless you are planning to take an England rugby player for a spin.


Have a chat

Have a little chat with your pillion. Is it their first time? Have they been on a bike before? And without being rude, calculate their size.

If you’re 5’2″ and about to give your basketball playing husband a lift home, is that wise? Also is the pillion sober? If your pillion is affecting your riding, you can be charged with a criminal offence.


Is the bike suitable for a pillion?

Do you have a pillion seat and pegs? Do you have a grab rail? Can you adjust the rear shocks pre-load to compensate for the extra weight of your pillion? Adding pre-load to the rear helps with stability and improves the steering. Most bikes will have pre-load adjustment.

Zarco got a lift on the back of a KTM at COTA, next time he will be at the controls rather than pillion! - Image by AJRN

Zarco got a lift on the back of a KTM at COTA, next time he will be at the controls rather than pillion! - Image by AJRN

Some bikes are more suitable than others – Zarco getting a lift on the back of a KTM at COTA – Image by AJRN

If you’re lucky you’ll have semi-active suspension which will automatically adjust the suspension to compensate for the extra weight with a touch of a button. Don’t worry too much about the front suspension if only doing two-up duties as a once-off. 

Hoever, if you’re planning on riding the majority of the time two up, touring Europe for a few weeks for example, you can see a specialist, who can set up your bike specifically for two-up riding.


You need to be able to communicate

It’s a good idea to build up some simple hand signals, as at speed it’s hard to communicate without an intercom. My wife and I have a simple system. One tap from me on her left knee means hold on, fast overtake coming along. Tap on the right knee, back to normal speed and you can relax.

If she is navigating, and knows the area a tap on the left for left and vice versa. A strong tap on my back indicates for a speed camera or to slow down. Pointing at the fuel cap means we are stopping for fuel shortly and a tap of the chin bar, means hungry or rest. Agree on some basic signals before riding.

A communication system, or hand signals is very useful


The safe and correct way to mount up

I’m only 5’6″ so I’ve always struggled with pillions getting on and off, especially if they are taller and heavier than me. However, when I worked as a Limo bike rider around London, they taught me a secret.

You get on first, then put the side stand down, place your foot behind it so it can’t flick up and always insist your pillion gets on from the side-stand side. All their weight is then taken by the side stand and not your inner leg – simple.

Triumph Tiger Alpine

Triumph Tiger Alpine

Get your pillion to mount up with the side stand down and locked in place by you – the rider’s – foot

Once they are comfortable, lift the bike up from the side stand. Repeat the same process when stopping. Get the side-stand down, foot behind and ask your pillion to climb off on the side-stand side. Try it – it’s ever so simple.


The first few feet

For many this is the hard part. If you’re new to taking a pillion make sure it’s as simple as possible, you have a clear straight run on smooth ground, you don’t want to attempt a U-turn in a gravelly pub car-park.

Getting going is similar to a hill start, use a little more power balance on the back brake and feed the clutch in. Once you’re above 5 mph, you’ll hardly notice your pillion.


Don’t go too fast

You have more weight on the back, less on the front. On hard acceleration the front will feel light and might even wheelie in extreme situations in the lower gears. Short-shift, change gear early and keep the change as smooth as possible.

Pillion

Pillion

Riding pillion on a motorcycle


Stopping

The opposite of the above. More weight on the front, less on the rear. The brakes won’t feel as strong as you’ve significantly increased the weight, and again in extreme situations the forks may dive excessively or the rear may even rise.

Remember your braking distances will have increased. Try to be smooth, use a little more back brake and engine braking than normal to give the front stoppers an easier time.


Cornering

Your pillion doesn’t need to hang off the inside with their knee down, but equally they need to flow with the rider and bike. If you’re pillion is new to bikes, ease them into it.

BMW TS Safari

BMW TS Safari

Consider the extra weight a pillion adds to the bike and the stress that places on the tyre and suspension

Remember you’re asking more from the tyres. When going into the corner try not to trail-brake as much as you would solo. Mid-corner ground clearance will be less as the suspension has sagged with the extra weight, pegs may scrape or even the exhaust or centre stand.

On the exit remember the front is now light and the rear tyre is taking all the extra strain, smoothness is key.


Touring

If you’re clocking up some serious mileage and you’re getting tired so is your pillion. I’ve had pillions fall asleep on many occasions. Make sure they are ok, check the mirrors to make sure they’re awake.


Bike checks & maintenance

If you’re riding two up with luggage for the majority of the time, consumables won’t last as long. Your fuel range will be less, tyres and pads will also wear out quicker, especially if riding aggressively two-up. So keep this in mind when it comes to checking wear and consumables and thinking about servicing.

Triumph Tiger GT

Triumph Tiger GT

Brakes, tyres and more will wear more quickly riding two-up all the time


‘Ball in a bowl’

The key to riding with a pillion is riding smoothly. Here is a little tip. Imagine you have a bowl on your petrol cap. Inside the bowl is a ping-pong ball. Now ride without the ball leaving the bowl – get the idea?

Source: MCNews.com.au