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It’s that time again, Tail Gunner here, it’s time to take a look at yourself, so to speak,This month I’ll be looking at the Fast Lane Mirrors from Wicked Image. These mirrors are designed to replace your OEM bat wing faring mirrors. The manufacturer says they are designed to fit ’96-’11 FLHT & FLHX. They […]

You might think that the relationship between one motorcycle museum and another could be more competitive than cooperative, but that’s really not the case. A great example of the cooperative efforts of two motorcycle museums is the recent “trade” that’s been made between the Sturgis Motorcycle Museum & Hall of Fame and the National Motorcycle

I came across this bike at this year’s Easyriders Show in Charlotte. I was impressed with the tight lines of the bike. As I read the info from the show poster, I saw that the owner, Eric Stein was a local, so I left my business card and the next day I received a call.

He turned the dented knob, walked through the door and his eyes adjusted to the smoke and the darkness. The AC had been on for a while and it was colder the further he walked inside and almost freezing by the time he reached the bar. The stares of the local barflies and of the

     Kevin Aslop with the cast of “Sons of Anarchy” in 2010. Last years “Ride the Mountain” event hosted by Big Bear Choppers was so much fun with the cast of the “Sons of Anarchy” in attendance, that when Big Bear Choppers owners, Mona and Kevin Aslop asked if Bean’re and I could lead

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For a year or more, I’ve wanted to build a low budget British-style “Café Racer” because it looked like fun, and I’ve always liked that style. A couple of weeks ago, I dragged home the rattiest, nastiest, most bedraggled piece of… Anyway, it was an old ’81 Yamaha XS 1100, and it was

    This year’s ROT Rally in Austin was a new experience for me, the Humble Roving Texas Reporter, because I hadn’t actually been to the rally before. Riding my newly modified V-Rod bagger, I was set to see the Austin Rally with a few home boys and hang with some friends for the weekend.

Editor’s Note: I’m under the gun writing a couple of stories regarding Victory motorcycles and our ride from New Orleans to North Carolina, a 1000 miles on the Long Road to the Smoke Out 12. I asked Caleb Owens if he would sketch out a handful of notes to help me launch his killer bike

Continued from Here                                                                ACT ONE/SCENE #3 WE MEET KATE                     IN ACT ONE/SCENE #2 Lorenzo Lamas and Branscombe Richmond have finally made it to Spanky’s Café. Nearly frozen by the sudden drop in temperature after the sun sets, they’re rescued by Kate when she throws them a lit highway flare

  It’s got to be the goin, not the gettin there that’s good…. that’s an old Don McClean song, and it’s been my motto for many a year. It also best describes the life and times of my friend Miles Squire. Miles rode just 80,000 miles short of 2 million miles in his lifetime on the six

  This month’s ride is a 2007 Harley-Davidson FLTR belonging to TerenceWest of Manteca, Calif. Outlaw Dynas and pimped-out baggers have beenall the rage for a while now out in Cali, and this Road Glide is aperfect example of the latter.It’s not too over the top, yet it definitely stands out in acrowd. High bars,

Baker kicked off a new program recently, and it’s a program that can be delivered to a shop near you. It’s their Whistle Stop Tour seminar series. They come to a shop near you and afford local riders and mechanics the opportunity to discuss anything from gearing and overdrive transmissions, to new Baker Products. In

Editor’s Note: Our 5-Ball factory racer was feature in Heavy Duty Magazine in Australia recently. It’s the largest selling custom bike mag Down Under. The story and the photos were handled by the amazing Smilin’ Doc Robinson, the longtime tech editor. I’ve left the story alone for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.–Bandit Many interesting and colourful

I was going to be merciful for my first movie review for Bikernet, until I found a copy of one version of the cover art for this clunker. A busty woman in a torn T-shirt with a shotgun, pants unsnapped at the waist, a couple of scoots raging towards the viewer with a gun raised

      Authors note: Although this piece is arranged in a fictional format, every situation in it is a true story that actually happened.   *     *     * Under normal conditions, when departing for a road-trip, the average biker is now on vacation. Like most people, he probably works a lot and doesn’t get

We have a code around the Bikernet headquarters, but it has a performance additive. We don’t build custom bikes with straight pipes anymore. We have never been big straight pipes fans. They were designed for wide open on the drag strip, and don’t idle for shit because of a lack of backpressure. Low end tuning

When Robert told Beatnik there was a sculpture of a dog taking a shit to identify his house we were looking for something about 8-feet tall. The defecating dog is a wood sign that stands less than a foot tall, we rode right past it. Robert and Suzanne Williams gave the Beatnik, and I enough

The Scurvy Dog’s Logs Part I Bandit’s Departure Story, and Photos By Bandit It was time to roll. Layla was getting on my case, Sin Wu wasn’t satisfied with just lunch quickies, and Coral, well, I won’t go there. It was time to pack my sea bag and make for the coast. I hadn’t hit

The Survy Dog Logs Part XI Jakarta Hop Up Story, and Photos By Bandit Life is so strange. We roll along oblivious to the tremors constantly shaking around the world. We ponder retirement, plan vacations and look to job future and raises, while much of the rest of the world is on the brink of

The Scurvy Dog Logs Part XVI The Foreboding Coast Of Korea There’s A Grizzly Surprise Around Every Uninhabited Island – 3/11/2002 Story, and Photos By Bandit As usual, I have so much to report I can’t keep track of it all. First, I want to tell you that I suspected Korea would be as ugly,

The Scurvy Dog’s Logs Part VI Antwerp, Belgium Story, and Photos By Bandit I’m still sitting on the rusting bucket of moneymaking (I think, not sure) bolts in 4 degrees celsius in Antwerp, Belgium. Did I have any notion that I would ever be on a world run in Belgium? Fuck no, but I’m here

Part I Francis “Ace” Calhoun awoke with the fear, accompanied by guilt, which was a bit odd. It wasn’t that Ace didn’t have plenty to feel guilty about. In his 32 years, he had been involved in as much debauchery as any 10 pimps or con men. He had slept with his best friend’s wife

  Nobody knew Buzzard’s real name. There was a reason for this; if you had aname like Horace Hieronymous Toozfetz, you probably wouldn’t go aroundadvertising it either. Some people might say that it’s a bit of anoverreaction to become an outlaw biker just because your parents gave you aname you didn’t like. Of course, the

Ace sat at a booth near the back of the bar and sipped his beer. The Midnite Club, a private club in the French quarter of New Orleans, was where he liked to go when he had to lay low. Right now, Ace was laying lower than a snake’s belly, at least until the heat