BIKERS in Michigan no longer need to burn helmets to protest against the mandatory helmet law: it has been repealed.The law, originally passed in 1970, required all motorcycle riders to wear a helmet but it has been fought annually by American

that has ever happened to you on a motorcycle?I don't want to tempt fate with that one.What is the most miserable time you've had riding a bike?Riding with an open face helmet in the pissing rain - ouch!Who's your motorcycling hero?My father Fred, who

’s a huge pool of old gits (‘veterans’ is the official term) racing motocross this year right across the country, and it’s the most fun you can have with a mate on a motorcycle. I’m racing a Suzuki RM-Z250 all year with the Portsmouth and Southern

huge pool of old gits (‘veterans’ is the official term) racing motocross this year right across the country, and it’s the most fun you can have with a mate on a motorcycle. I’m racing a Suzuki RM-Z250 all year with the Portsmouth and Southern Motocross

bottom to top is righteous on a bike like this. The roads are arrow-straight, arcing out ahead of you for mile after desert mile. There’s no helmet law and you ride open in the burning sun and wind, only a pair of sunglasses and the bike’s screen

I think my dad played a massive role in me hankering after a motorcycle in the first place. He used to recite stories of how his dad use to have my grandmother on the back of my granddads bike and have my dad and his brother in the sidecar and go

...Or you can be inside a crash helmet, grinning like a man - or woman - possessed, just you and your route to work. The idea is that if you approach your ride to work properly, it can be an exhilarating and stimulating start to the day, bringing you

In a bid to bond with his new Honda CB1300 longtermer, Bertie books up on a Brettour and heads for the Ardennes. These postcards turned up a few days laterDear TWO,Things haven't started well. I bent the key to the CB in the helmet lock when I

mechanical meltdown. In Frenchie's mirrors would be the hellish visage of Evil's and Diddy's mugs, in all their teeth-gritting, bare-faced glory (thanks to their jet helmets). Frenchie held sway by barely half a wheel but as we straightened up he held up his

, of having raced too much and won too much to sustain the hunger needed to race at the very top level. Rossi's answer was simple, and in twofold: The helmet which Rossi always has specially painted for Mugello featured a giant heart at the front, and the way