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San Francisco Motorcycle Club, Santa Cruz Vampires, and Isle of Man racer James Cornell is scheduled to come home August 10th from the Isle of Man. Seriously injured on the Isle of Man, James has been making good progress on his way back to health. He is making eye contact, moving his hands, his arm, and responding to the many, many new friends that have been stopping by his hospital room to help him get through these tough times. James has become a star on the Isle of Man, everyone knows who he is and the guerilla word is that the girls are lining up to date him when he returns next year healed, kicking ass and saying what the fuck. James is going directly to San Francisco General Hospital for some tests and then to a more appropriate extended care facility for rehab. Reports are that James has a hard and long road back, but he is a fighter. His cause has invigorated the motorcycle community, local and beyond, like never before and there are many friends, old and new, who plan to help him every step of the way until he recovers.

There is a huge benefit planned for the weekend of August 5th and 6th on Folsom Street at the SFMC club house. It's a two day party! Check out the flyer on P18 bikes, babes and beer.


Charlie Rauseo is loolcing for team sponsorship. This guy is a local and a two-time Dakar veteran. In this year's Dakar, the team scored a remarkable 17th place finish. The privateer team is kicking ass and going faster than better funded teams.

Introducing PanAmerica's Team.

The Dakar Rally. January 2007. Hundreds of the world's best will challenge the African desert for sixteen days. Half may finish. Team Rally PanAmerica aims to be the team to win. Riders. Jonah Street again leads our Team. Now a

Team Rally

2007 Dakar Rally

This from front page of the Isle of Man Examiner:


25 July 2006

A critically ill IT competitor will be flown home to San Francisco

this week after the Isle of Man Government stepped in to help pay for a special flight.

James Cornell, 36, suffered massive head injuries in a sidecar crash at May Hill, Ramsey, during IT practice week. He has been in an induced coma since then at

oble's Hospital and has shown little sign of improvement (note: since the article James has started showing very good signs of improvement)

Friends and family in the USA and the Island have been organizing fundraising events to try and raise the $50,000 needed to fly him home. Now the Department of Tourism and the Department of Health and Social Security have combined to meet the target.

Tourism Minister David Cretney said: 'I wasn't aware there was any difficulty in terms of him getting home, until very recently. Once I found out it was an issue and collections were going on. I got my department to contact the DHSS. We have now come up with enough money to ensure he gets back.'

He didn't disclose the exact figure, but said it had been split between the DoT and the DHSS with support from the Auto Cycle Union. Friends and family of Mr. Cornell have been worlcing hard

Dakar veteran with several stage finishes on the podium. Jonah proved his speed in Baja and Nevada, riding for Honda and taking home a truckload of trophies, including 3 overall wins in the Baja 500.

Casey McCoy joins the Team this year and brings many years of rallying and racing experience, including stellar finishes in the Australian Safari riding for Yamaha.

We will load up our assistance trucks with humanitarian aid and medical supplies and drive back into the desert to distribute this to people in need. Contact us if you would like to be involved. We have the best crew in the business. Niles Follin, Sid Milton, Robb McElroy and Charlie Rauseo are all Dakar Rally veterans. We have some great sponsors, and we are looking to partner with one major company willing to lend its name to the Team. To learn more about

to raise the cash to fly him home. They have pledged to reimburse the government with $25,000 from donations.

A fund raising website has been set up by his friends at the San Francisco Motorcycle Club and Santa Cruz Vampires Motorcycle Club. Several biker events have taken place in the city.

The Manx biking community, many of who have never met Mr. Cornell, also rallied around, with events being held across the Island. Racing fan Tim Edwards, 45, from Douglas, only met Mr. Cornell four days before the crash, but has visited him in hospital every day since.

He said of the announcement: 'This is spot-on, absolutely fantastic, really, really good news. There are about eight people visiting him regularly, but the difference when his best friend Jason visited from America was incredible. Being at home will bring him on a lot more.'

Josie Davies and her son Luke Simpson, from Farmhill, are bikers who decided to get involved once they had heard of Mr. Cornell's plight. They have already collected more than £3,000 from a series of events, including a IT Tuck Stop, attended by riders

igel Beattie, Richard 'Milky' Quayle and Gary Carswell. Mrs. Davies also collected £1,200 from Steam Packet passengers on a trip to the K.

Mrs. Davies said: 'I am just overwhelmed with the generosity of the people of the Isle of Man. o matter what happens, if there is a crisis, they always dig deep.'

partnering with the Team as a sponsor, see our website and contact Team Manager Charlie Rauseo at charlie@charliedakar or 415- 710-9386


We don't know the numbers yet, but with motorcycle registrations on the rise and people realizing that motorcycles are a fun, efficient way to get around, and with gas prices soaring, we're willing to bet that it may have been a record breaking year for Ride To Work participation. Andy Goldfine's Aerostich and friends have been getting the word out guerilla style about using motorcycles to get to work for years. This year's annual Ride To Work day was July 12th and word on the Bay Area streets about RTW day was positive.





Alex posing with his hotties; Michelle, Urban Mota, and the GSXR6

18 year-old Saratoga hottie model Michelle Cooley surprised her fiance, Alex Hartley, 19, with a brand new red Suzuki GSXR 600 purchased at BIKE WORLD MOTORSPORTS in Sunnyvale as a 'Welcome Home' gift upon his return from the Army. When you see Michelle you'll know why the guys at Bike World took such good care of her on her many visits to the shop this May to make sure she was getting just the right motorcycle for her honey. And because Michelle is so practical, she purchased the $600 LoJack GPS recovery system with the $9K bike.

When she took Alex to Bike World the Friday he returned home, he wa thrilled beyond belief by the shiny red bike (he thought it was probably going to be some used number out back). But Alex didn't get to ride his new bike home -- Michelle put her foot down because the LoJack had not yet been installed. "ot until Monday," she said.

If Michelle had any doubts about her $600 LoJack purchase, they were completely dispelled a month and a half later. Alex had been riding his new bike to work at the construction site for about 6 weeks. Until June 30 at 6:30am when he went to the secured garage at the apartment complex and his bike was missing ... stolen! He was stunned. (If you've never had a motorcycle stolen, we can confirm it's truly like having a minor heart attack upon discovering it missing.) Three other bikes were there, but not his.

Michelle and Alex phoned the police and told them that LoJack was installed in the machine (the police do not ask you, you must

tell them). As a result the police were able to determine the bike's location within 23 minutes!!!

The actual recovery report is interesting:

Upon completion of the stolen vehicle report, the Suzuki's hidden LoJack unit was automatically activated. A short time later, officers with the San Jose PD began receiving the silent Lo Jack signal on their LoJack Police Tracking Computers that the patrol cars carry. Using the computer's directional cues, the officers located the stolen Suzuki parked at the front door of an apartment just five miles from where the bike was stolen. Officers knocked on the front door of the apartment and asked the female who answered the door about the motorcycle. The young woman told officers that her boyfriend had just stolen the bike and was inside sleeping. Officers then arrested the twenty-four year old male suspect and recovered the motorcycle. The suspect was also implicated in several other unsolved motorcycle thefts in the area and was booked for Grand Theft Auto and Drug Possession.

Thanks to LoJack and the suspect's very cooperative girlfriend, the victim had his ride back just twenty-three minutes after reporting it stolen!

Although insurance would have probably gotten them another new bike (after some time and paperwork), the sentimental value of this gift would have been lost. LoJack appears to be the only reliable recovery system (the police are too overburdened to find stolen property) and Alex is so happy to have his original gift-bike back even though with all the dam-

age it would cost about $6K to replace all the damages. Mr. Unprofessional hack sawed through the upper triple clamp and punched through the ignition, demolished and picked the gas tank and rear seat locks, and dropped the bike along the way). Alex is happy to keep the scratches as a reminder (and to make the bike less enticing to steal). Remember LO]ACK is not a theft deterrent (that's what your lock is for), it's a recovery system. Michelle and Alex are so sweet they deserve the happy ending.

(But, they are lucky, many bikes are not recovered. Actually, the trauma sticks in your head, 10W4563, the plate number to a new Yamaha FZ 600 stolen nearly 20 years ago from SF State. At this point, we'd settle for just the license plate back!)


Urban Moto writer Erik Mathy set off on his quest to ride 2,500 off road miles solo in order to raise money for cancer research and the Lance Armstrong Foundation. Poll Brown, another

rban Moto scribe, joins him on his journey, driving the chase van. Erik's words:

On this coming Thursday, July 27th I will be departing Roosville, MT and heading south for Mexico on a little motorcycle ride. The total mileage will be 2,500

miles ... offroad!

This won't be a normal ride, as the e-mail title indicates. There are two catches.

The first is that it's a fundraiser for the LanceArmstrong Foundation (LAF). Most of you know who Lance is. Most of you are probably at least aware of what the LAF is. For those of you who aren't, the LAF is the non-profit that Lance started in's an incredible organization. They do pretty much everything: Patient support (emotional and even financial), research grants, community grants ... you nanle it!

Cancer runs in my family. I've lost 4 Uncles to it, have 1 Aunt who is a survivor and another cousin (recently diagnosed) who is a survivor. I don't hate many things, but I hate cancer. I hate the effect it has on families. I hate the fact that 1 out of 3 Americans will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetimes. And most of all I hate the fact that we don't have a cure.

So I'm going to do this ride.

Hopefully I can help the fight, even if it's just a little bit.

The second catch? Well, what's a fundraiser without a little drama?

I am going to attempt to do the whole route in 5 days. Solo.

I have a support vehicle with two volunteers. Every 160 miles or so I'll come off the trail, get refueled, fed and back in I go. Whatever it takes to do the mileage is what I will do. iterider is loaning me a HID helmet light, so if it comes to nightriding so be it!

I will have Internet access at least a few of the nights and will


posting updates as 1 can. Twenty20 Video loaned me a helmet cam so there might even be video!

So, if you think this is cool, if

you think this IS nuts,

whatever ... tune in at post as often as possible. The price for this entertainment is to send a pledge off to the LAP. To do so, just click here:

Or use the handy cutout below.


The environment is suffering, prices at the pump are screwing everybody and fossil fuels continue to be one of the roots of war. Well, there are guys in the South Bay doing something to help the state of affairs. They have created an electric dirt bike that weighs only 140 pounds and rips like a 4 stroke single. The machine comes stock with Fox 40 fully adjustable suspension front and rear. There is also a switch that cuts power in half in order to make the bike beginner user friendly. The pies look great and if you go on there website you can see the motorcycle ripping along in almost complete silence. The manufacturer intends to produce a bike that will be equally at home motocrossing, supermotarding and pulling mountain bike type duty.

Support me as I participate in the LAF Grassroots Fundraising.

Participant's Name: Erik Mathy

I Yes! I will make a contribution to help Lance Armstrong Foundation.

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Since 1963, KYMCO has been dedicated to establishing KYMCO as a world-class performer in the Motorsports industry. The impressive design, consistent quality, superior performance and warranty, a FULL TWO YEARS on all 2-wheel products, has attracted attention worldwide. We offer SOcc to SOOcc scooters for zipping across campus, running errands around town or touring for weekend getaways. Plus with gas prices at an all time high our scooters get an estimated 70MPG (larger displacement scooters) to an estimated 87 MPG (smaller displacement scooters). Break away from the pack and choose your own path-Choose KYMCO!

Bike World Motorsports is proud to offer several KYMCO models at the Sunnyvale, CA store, call for pricing.

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and custom bike show October 7. The food last year was so damn good it almost eclipsed the show/competition. Almost, but not quite. Last year featured a great specimen of a Bubbba Shobert Honda flat tracker to die for. Good times last year (especially with the food.) Let's have a repeat!

Need a Harley or want another? If you've ever wanted a new Harley, now might be the time to act. We hear the historic dealership's new 2007 models are in and they are trying to move the 2006 inventory to make room. DUDLEY PERKINS, 123 S. Van Ness, SF.

Don't have a bike, but the road is calling? Go down to the very friendly EAGLERIDER and rent yourself a great ride for the day (or week!) Tell them Urban Moto sent you and they'll treat you well (as in discount). Bryant between 10th and 9th.


Another dealer note. SF MOTO is now your local dealer for South Korean Hyosung Motorcycles (both bikes and scooters.) 8th & Folsom, T-Sat 10-6.



We just got our work in progress Z1000 bike back from Bike World down in Sunnyvale. GM Shawn Parker was in charge of pimping

MISSION MOTORSPORTS 1S having their second annual bbq

up the bike low profile-like. The bike came back with an additional 8 hp as a result of a DYNO JET POWER COMMANDER dialed in by Fastline Cycles and a mouth watering, titanium/carbon fiber full exhaust system from one of the best exhaust makers in the world, LEO VI CEo Also installed on the bike were state of the art fork, handlebar, frame, and swing arm protectors from RHI 0 MOTO. We took the bike to Laguna Seca for the GP and the Rhino Moto protectors drew the most questions and comments, not surprising because their work is truly awesome. The suspension work, both front and rear, was done by RJP SUSPE SION, currently working in-house at Bike World. lew springs and revalved up front, new shock spring in the rear and set up for a 185 pound rider. ow we have no choice but to, ahem ... pass the bike around and test it a bit. We'll be reporting on all the mentioned changes starting in the next issue .. .if the motorcycle survives.


Forget what French philosopher Rousseau said about being a happy noble savage. If Valentino Rossi has it his way, happiness will come when he finally passes Fl driver Mikey "Shceshine" Schumacher on the money making Forbes list. For the second year in a row, Rossi takes a back seat to the German. Rossi moved up a spot to second place with earnings last year totaling $30 million. umber 1 on the list for the 1 Oth year straight is Schumacher with $80 million.


Greetings from Laguna Seca! Wish you were beer!


According to the ew York

Times, July 25, 2006, Tibetan Nomads are buying motorcycles as status symbols and as tools to herd their yaks. High in the mountainous grasslands of the Qinghai Province in western China, ethnic nomads are trading in horses for motorcycles. The trend started about five years ago amongst the wealthier families and now it is not uncommon to see small cc motorcycles like an Asiahero 150 parked outside tents. The nomads believe the motorcycle boom amongst herders has to do with China's expanding economy, less governmental oversight and cheap Chinese made bikes. In the old days the omads were required to raise their yaks in a collective where they were sold at a government set price. Now with fearless Communist China experimenting with capitalism, Pandora's box has been opened and omads allowed

to sell their Yaks and by products at competitive prices. As a result

omads have been able to save money and now spend it on important stuff like ... motorcycles, of course. So much for the Communist Domino Theory. Actually, the herders find that herding with bikes is faster and more efficient. Motorcycles cost as litde as $50 for used models and $600 for a pimp ride of the Tibetian Nomadic kind.


Ex-AFM racer Hamid and his wife, Tarni, opened their cafe last year, naming it after their newborn daughter, Malika. One year later the Bay Guardian has awarded them with the coveted tide of Best Cafe in the eighborhood. Queen Malika serves some serious coffees and makes some savory crepes.

ot to be missed. If in the hood stop by for an Africano and a moto chat. 4416 18th Street, SF.

Ducatis near their home turf .. Ducat; Island

Abby with adequate eye protection at the GP

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Heat and Valentino Rossi's D F were the big news of the 2nd annual US Moto

GP at Laguna Seca. Having spent a full season living in the Paddock building at Laguna Seca in the mid 1980s, the nights were cool and the days were hot. At the end of the work day we'd go up to the corner workers' box up at the cork screw and what was then old turn 6. We'd drink beer, maybe light up a joint (before racer blood testing harshed that mellow) and we'd check out the view of Salinas. We'd then jump into the team truck or scooters and race back down to the paddock. Only once was there a mishap, when an aspiring racing driver, my teammate, initials B.B., crashed, what was then a state of the art motorcycle, a

brand new 85 Ninja 600. Unfortunately he was wearing shorts when he ran off the track, at night, off old turn 8, now turn 10. I believe to this day that the dirt and luck saved his drunk ass that night. Those were great days and those memories came racing into my mind when Colin Edwards came ripping down the corkscrew Thursday the day before official practice was to commence. He was helmetless, in shorts and on a Yamaha scooter with a big fat guy for a passenger. The tiny scooter weaved like a flexible flyer as it somehow made it down the Corkscrew. I heard a bunch of

Race results - Laguna Seca July 23, 2006

Full MotoGP race results from the US Grand Prix at Laguna Seea Round eleven of the 2006 world championship.

1. Nicky Hayden USA Repsol Honda Team
2. Dani Pedrosa SPA Repsol Honda Team
3. Marco Melandri ITA Fortuna Honda
4. Kenny Roberts Jr USA Team Roberts
5. Chris Vermeulen AUS Rizla Suzuki MotoGP
6. John Hopkins USA Rizla Suzuki MotoGP
7. Carlos Cheea SPA Tech 3 Yamaha
8. Loris Capirossi ITA Dueati Marlboro Team
9. Colin Edwards USA Camel Yamaha Team
10. Sete Gibernau SPA Dueati Marlboro Team
11. Makoto Tamada JPN Koniea Minolta Honda
12. Randy de Puniet FRA Kawasaki Racing Team
13. James Ellison GBR Tech 3 Yamaha
14. Alex Hofmann GER Pramae d'Antin MotoGP
15. Toni Elias SPA Fortuna Honda
16. Jose Luis Cardoso SPA Pramae d'Antin MotoGP
Valentino Rossi ITA Camel Yamaha Team
Shinya Nakano JPN Kawasaki Racing Team
Casey Stoner AUS Honda LCR cooler. Falling off your bike was compared to sliding on a hot skillet. And Laguna does not offer much sun cover for spectators, unless you're hanging in a suite on pit row with the movie stars or under the trees up at the corkscrew with the diehards, or lounging up at turn 5 with Abby and Pat from Subterranean Cycles in their infamous makeshift portable swimming pool

Honda's icky Hayden came to the race leading the world championship by a comfortable margin. He won the last year's USGP and was the favorite for this year's event. During Saturday's qualifying Hayden rode his Kentuckian ass off but only managed to only get as high as 6th on the grid for Sundays'S main event. The surprise was Suzuki youngster, Australian Chris Vermulen blazing to pole position, with Yamaha's Colin Edwards claiming 2nd and the King's son and 2000 World Champ Kenny Roberts, Jr. storming up to third on the Team Roberts machine. Valentino Rossi has been having a horrible year on the Steven Cahill, San Francisco, "wait, this doesn't look like the entrance to the campsite" Yamaha and would

gasps and holy shits around me. That was sweet and a great start to a very hot weekend. Our blondie managing editor Leslie weighs about 100 pounds wet at 5'4. She can lose weight just by smiling or a rise in ambient temp. Well she had the misfortune of being at this year's Mote GP on the hottest days in the history of Laguna Seca Raceway. Amazing that she didn't weigh 40 pounds by the end of the weekend. The weekend saw miserable heat, but great racing. On Saturday, the temp went as high as a record breaking 106 degrees with a track surface temp of 148 degrees. Sunday was only a tad

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need a good finish to stay a contender in the championship fight. Unfortunately for him and his fans the highest starting position he would earn would be a distant 11 th on the grid. With the grid set for the MotoGP main event on Sunday there were many ways to be entertained off the racetrack. From watching AMA Superbike racing (Ben Spies won it on his Yoshimura Suzuki, extending his lead over his legendary teammate Mat Mladin for the championship by 34 points with 7 races left) to making the rounds at the thousands of campsites in and around the racetrack, fun stuff to do was all over the place. The important thing was to remain hydrated because of the heat. Urban Moto set up its small forward base at turn 10 for the weekend. We arrived at the racetrack early Thursday morning and it took 3 hours to get to turn 10 from the main gate. The reason? The bigger motorhomes where fighting for every inch they could get and it was taking forever for them to position their huge bathrooms

on wheels in just the right locations with the best views of the track. We got lucky and positioned our camp right next to a couple of hot moms (thanks to Susan and Patty for cooking up a storm) who came prepared loaded with goods from Costco. Our camp site would have

f?y Daniel Molina revolving inhabitants all weekend, with staff members coming and going, and all of us swapping tickets and passes. We visited Cannary Row on Friday night and found literally thousands of motorcycles lined up on both sides of the street. Everyone seemed to be behaving and police presence was remarkably mellow. We returned back to the track in time to beat the midnight curfew. Miss it and you're left sleeping on Highway 68 until they open the gates in the morning. The camping areas were tinder box flammable and the Monterey Sheriff's Department was quickly on any Einsreins setting off fireworks in the middle of the night. We were all sitting around drinking beer and wine. Late, dark and the gates closed, we weren't expecting any more staff. Suddenly, out of the dark comes an Rl loaded to the hilt ... its 10M

racer and staffer Wade Boyd. How he found the site in the middle of the dark amongst hundreds of campers and tents is still a mystery. The cops came and told us to be quiet. We partied and told stories til 4am. By 7am it was scorching and everyone was up, hangovers and all. The next day multi-time runner up in the old 500cc championship Randy Mamola was giving rides to the rich and famous on a passenger rigged MotoGP Ducati. From one of the Bostrom racing brothers to Fiat boss and newly redeemd after a heroin overdose Lapo Elkrnann, Mamola was giving the VIPs some hair-raising rides. Mamola wasn't holding back either, passengers or not. Popping wheelies and doing stoppies, Bostrom had to remind him that he needed to survive because he had to race that afternoon. 1 personally remember watching Mamola and Kenny Roberts, Sr. racing each other up the Laguna front straight. Both with front wheels in the air and championship points at stake. Mamola is also locally famous for doing a 360 degree burnout on a certain San Francisco Mission District street with a Testa Rossa Ferrari given to him as a present by Ducati. The concession stands were crowded with people seeking respite from the sun with shade and drink. One of which was

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hard to find and the other expensive by the ounce.

For race day icky Hayden's brother Tommy gave him some advice on how to kick ass at the start and gain some positions. Nicky paid attention and when the green flew, so did icky, gaining three spots by the turn one crest and it wasn't long before he was leading. Valentino Rossi started 11 th and used his famous talents to get up to get up as high as 3rd before his motor expired and with it his chances of winning another consecutive premier class championship. Mathematically it's still very possible, though improbable barring divine intervention. Nicky's Honda teammate diminuative rookie and supercilious super Spaniard Dani Pedrosa finished in 2nd place with Fortuna Honda rider Marco Melandri claiming 3rd and final spot on the coveted podium. Roberts, Jr. finished 4th and Rossi's teammate Colin Edwards still unable to redeem himself finished a distant 9th and remains in the Yamaha doghouse. Inspire of the heat, it was an awesome weekend. ext year, we'll set up like the movie making sets do and the good word for the weekend will be air conditioning of the portable kind.

the remainder of the night.

rgent Care at Kaiser the next day said, "No broken bones, but serious damage to the plantar fascia and it will take 2 months for me to walk right! The doctor wanted to give me a 2 week off work letter but I said, 'No way! I'm starting a new job in 3 days!" So I got out of there with an ace bandage, cane and a letter saying, 'No stairs, standing, desk work only.'" (which the new boss never did see .. .I just keep it with me in case of need).

With the heat wave fully in order and 4 day camping pass at Fox Hill T figured Moto GP was out of the question for me this year. I couldn't ride a bike (sorry about RIDE TO WORK DAY), not even pillion, suffer from heat stroke often, and Fox Hill camping was absolutely o T OF THE EQ ATION! So trying to make the best of it all I put my tickets on Craig's List to sell. Well, I must have racked up some good karma in a past life to have the type of support surrounding me that I've always attracted. Ron called and said, "Hey just went on-line to the GP website and there's handicap parking at the track." And that set me on a quest for a handicap placard ... maybe this is still a can-do! Called Kaiser, got a form, took it to the DMV and got a temporary red handicapped placard fro my car mirror. Ron took Thursday off work and rode to the track to purchase a $50 parking permit (the only way to get one at this late date).

Yeah it was hot but man-oh-man was it good racing!

Fortunately we had purchased grand stand seating way back last Sept. '05 when we purchased our package. We had intended to sell them on E-Bay. Lucky we didn't cause they came in handy. We got to the parking lot, covered my "Lil QT" MR 2, pulled out the crutches and strapped on the CamelBacks, had the attendants radio for the golf cart and we rode in style right up to the grandstand. T got lots of attention crutching my

way up the aluminum grandstand steps and it sure was hot but the racing was great! I enjoyed every living minute of the smell, excitement of the crowd, icky's 2nd win at Laguna Moto GP (he really has a handle on taking care of his fans)! I'm so gratefull got to sit in the turn 11 Grandstand and see him do the "Nicky shuffle!" I think he is a wonderful representative for America and if Rossi thinks he deserves the respect to be called, "The Doctor" (which is ok by me) T really think our grass roots

icky deserves to be called "The Ambassador!

It was all good. Lance Willliams dreadlocks flying, Tommy and Roger Lee, my sweet Jason Pridmore, all the competitors, volunteers, everyone that made it possible to produce a sensational racing event have my gratitude.

And Ron ..... thank you for being my chauffeur, constantly sticking the CamelBack spiget in my mouth, flagging down the golf carts for transportation, making sure the umbrella kept me shaded and that I didn't crash on my crutches! We made it happen!

This is turning out to be a big year for pushing my edge ..... my 4K ride to the Heartland and now being able to say I was there at the 2nd Moto GP in spite of being vertically challenged! Yahoo!

there isn't much shade and plenty of sun. Cool breezes can blow in from the ocean but yesterday that wasn't happening and the heat was oppressive. Checking the world's weather I found the only place as miserably hot as California yesterday was . . . Baghdad. Lucky us. How does one keep cool in such conditions? I suppose water would be a good idea.

But Laguna Seca had shut off all their drinking fountains. You could purchase water.. . $4 bought you a 12 ounce bottle. But $8 bought you 24 ounces of beer. As a result MOST of the fans were drinking beer . . . at 9:00 am. 0 place to wash up .. . all the bathrooms were closed (there were, frankly, too many people for the public restrooms and so porta potties had been brought in, by the thousands!). Water, at over thirty cents an ounce, is too expensive to clean up with. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Keeping cool when devoid of air conditioning can be a challenge. When T returned home the temperature had dropped to 103 in our front yard so I donned a wetted vest, covered with an Aerostich Falstaff jacket (all vents open), blue jeans and boots and went riding. T stayed amazingly cool. The vest stayed wet (cool) for nearly an hour but as it began to dry out heat began to spring up in irritating patches, most notably when stopped at an intersection. Tt wasn't perfect. It was sort of like getting into a car, starting it up, cranking up

the air conditioning, and then painfully discovering that the steering wheel was TOO hot to touch!

The one advantage to the HOT weather is that the track surface (we're back at Laguna) was very, very warm -- ergo, very, very sticky -- ergo, very, very fast lap times. New records were set. Bikes would not slide, the tires stuck like they were hammered to the pavement. The limiting factor was how much you wanted to scrap your face as you leaned over, going around a corner. Bikes were coming into the park like crazy. I've never seen so many units (motorcycles) in my life . . . seriously. They were everywhere. Wolf Hill, the flats, parked on the roadside, parked anywhere there was space. Cars were relegated to Cal State Monterey or, if the drivers paid $50 for a three day pass, in advance, they could park on the track ... and there were MORE cars there then I've ever seen on a Saturday.It was incredible.l suspect Red Bull made a LOT of money at this event.

Let's just hope there were no cases of heat stroke. That is

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CHARLA JEAN July 1 st Ron and I were riding at night 2-up on my BMW I was riding pillion. Ron hit a humongous pothole (watch for it at the Outlook over the reservoir and 280 on Skyline!). When the front tire hit the hole I flew off the seat at least a foot. Coming down I glued my feet to the pegs in anticipation of the rear tire being swallowed up by the hole .... which it was. I didn't notice whether hugging the pegs helped me from with the elevation situation or not because when the rear tire hit the hole it bottomed out and my ankles (bless them) became the shocks for the bike and 1 felt an explosion from my ankles up to my knees. We figured we'd bent both wheels but amazingly enough they stayed intact. No problem on the remainder of the ride home, covering the bike and walking half-way through the parking area. Then I received a searing pain in my right arch that doubled me over. I hobbled into the condo and began a regimen of Advil, ice and elevation for Camp MILF's Susan & Patty kept our tummies full and behaviors in check


The sun is shining and after yesterday's heat wave it isn't exactly appreciated. Talk about Hot. Ella Fitzgerald said it best when she sang Cole Porter's "Too Darn Hot" --

originally from his show, Kiss me Kate. I spent part of yesterday at Laguna-Seca at their Red Bull MotoGP motorcycle races. The problem with Laguna Seca is that

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(Continued from Issue 22) ... Sweet William loved the Diggers.

"They were a challenge. It was somethin' 1 didn't understand," he says. "Everybody was winging it." He rose to the challenge, assuming roles with the Free Food deliveries, the truck repairs, and guarding our treasury and its record, the Free Bank book, with characteristic dedication. The Diggers respected Bill's fearlessness and dignity similarly, He was too proud to lie. He was indisputably somebody. 1 felt that way about many of my friends then; though their fame was strictly local, they had an authority that rested on character and ability rather than on wealth or social status. One of the defining attributes of the sixties was the collective impulse to reveal yourself candidly and publicly, confessing your inner visions as your daily life. It was as if the participants at a costume ball suddenly found the event too silly and simultaneously dropped their masks. Farm boys from ebraska were writing poems, preppy girls from Grosse Point were throwing the Tarot and studying herbs. Kids with no idea of who they wanted to become could idle on the teeming streets among people who would not judge them for their confusion. Personal style counted more than a pedigree, and even within this community of dedicated life actors, Bill was a star.

In retrospect, it appears inevitable that Bill would have joined the Hell's Angels. His masculinity was so pronounced and his sense of honor so demanding as to require constant testing. One day he and Emmett were leaving an event at the University of California extension on Laguna Street and they noticed a chopped Harley Davidson parked by the curb. Emmett and Bill said, "That's my bike" simultaneously.

"1 just kept saying, 'Bike, bike, bike,' everywhere - everywhere," Bill remembers. "Everywhere 1 went, whoever 1 ran into. Lenore did some kind of spell. Took some blood out of my finger. 1 don't know what the fuck she did with it, but the next day, you had some inheritance for me, and Jon and Sarah Glazer had an aunt who died, and they gave me money."

The bike that Emmett and Bill saw belonged to Pete Knell. During negotiations, they like each other, and Pete offered to be Bill's sponsor if he wanted to join the Angels. When Bill returned to Peter Berg's and announced his decision to do that, Emmett spat, "What a waste!" dismissiveJy. At the time I thought he



was jealous. I did not realize that he had made a prophecy.

B i I I "prospected" with the Angels for seven months, a period of apprenticeship during which he spent time with each member of the San Francisco chapter in order to win approval. He was tested in every way imaginable. Two votes against him were enough to keep him out of the club, and every member had his own criteria for passing or failing a prospect. Failure could be costly.

Shortly after

being turned

down for the third time, Gordon Wester felt, a dapper, handsome man with the cocky swagger of a World War II ace pilot, was slipping the key into his apartment lock one night when someone stepped from the

shadows and

punched his

brains into jelly with a small-caliber bullet. His bike and personal po session, including his girlfriend, subsequently circulated through the club. My mentor at that time, an Angel named Moose who had "adopted" me as a personal friend, told me shortly afterward that he was












putting out a reward for the killer. Since I was not an Angel and he did not have to tell me the truth, and since he knew that I knew this, I have no way of knowing whether this was a rumor he wanted disseminated.

Twenty odd

years later, when 1 asked Bill about Gordon's death, he shrugs and asks me who I thought might have done it. 1 tell him that I suspected that perhaps he or Moose might have had something to do with it. He looks away, and I remind him that something changed his fate dramatically, something had unaccountable punctured his impenetrable good fortune, and that 1 had never understood how he had moved so abruptly from the realms of the charmed to the luckless. By way of explanation to myself, I had imagined an act with terrible




He looks at me levelly, without blinking, and I feel as if I am in an empty room in an abandoned house. A door creaks open and then closes. I can almost hear the rustle of something moving

behind the walls. Bill takes a drag on his Camel and changes the subject.

"Everyone had their fears and fantasies about the Angels," he says, referring again to his probation period years ago. "But as long as you approached individuals and were all the way honest, you were okay. The testing is about honesty - what you are and what you're really about."

One night, during his prospecting, Bill and some friends were drinking in a bar when an Angel commanded Bill to punch a guy at the end of the bar for no reason. Bill turned to him and said, "Anybody who tells me to go punch somebody gets punched in the face." This was the candor and intuitiveness that ushered him, member by member, through the portals that closed civilian life behind him forever. Bill entered the realms of hell, and Lenore followed willingly. Their bright jeans were replaced by black leathers now, and they raced together through the streets on Bill's barking machine like two close-coupled feral dogs.

The Angels' scene made no allowances for females or poets. One night Lenore was accidentally smashed in the face by a thrown glass beer pitcher. Another time, she crashed on the bike, injuring some vertebrae and leaving her in chronic pain. Walking was almost impossible for her, her hands and feet trembled, and she became nearly a total recluse. Eventually she bailed out.

"Lenore was a good, loyal woman with me. She did the best she could," Bill said gravely. OUI community was shocked when they broke up. When T heard the news, I had an eerie presentiment that the balance of Bill's life had tipped into darkness.

There was a gathering dusk in the streets as well. By the early seventies, the Haight was tattered and worn, the original careless exuberance shadowed. The perfect expression of the change was a murderous rock-and-roll concert remembered by the name of the site at which it took place:


The Rolling Stones were coming to town, and the Grateful Dead management wanted to throw a party in honor of their high-status rock star friends. Emissaries from the Dead requested the Diggers' help in creating the event. Both Peter Berg and I suggested events framed by multiple bonfires, each of which would be the locus of music and activity, rather than a central stage. This

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would ensure a collaborative frame of reference and minimize divisions between community and its entertainers, a point we both stressed. Before the hype and marketing concerns of the music business dominated the culture, bands understood that they were of the community in which they performed and responded appropriately to that reality, rather than as objects of veneration acting out for faceless nobodies.

Our ideas did not seem elevated enough for Sam Cutler, the neurasthenic Englishman working in some managerial capacity for the Dead, so he approached Pete Knell and the Hell's Angels and told him that the Stones "wanted to do something for the people."

Sweet William was in the room when this conversation occurred, and he remembers Pete's response: "Tell 'em to come. We'll pick 'em up at the airport, bring 'em to the Panhandle, and let 'em do a free concert." Pete went on to guarantee that the equipment would be set up and ready for them and that all they would have to bring would be their guitars. The Hell's Angels knew what "free" meant too.

Sam asked Pete how much the club would want to serve as "security" at the event, and Pete told him, "We don't police things. We're not a security force. We go to concerts to enjoy ourselves and have fun."

"Well, what about helping people out - you know, giving directions and things?" Cutler queried, angling to have the Angels attached to the even in some official capacity. When Pete agreed that they could do that, Cutler turned to the question of price, and Pete said, "We like beer."

"How does a hundred cases sound?" Cutler responded, and a deal was struck. The Angels intended to give the beer away and felt that this would be good for their club's image.

Weeks went by while site after site was investigated and rejected before they settled on Altamont, farm country in the rolling hills between Oakland and the Central Valley. In Bill's words, it was "a goddamn, fucking, bereft pasture. In the middle of nothin'. Couple of barbed-wire fences. Cow shit. Not even a barn." This was the environment in which the Rolling Stones' "gift" would be tendered and received.

Bill remembers shock on arriving at the site on the day of the concert. A stage with three stories of scaffolding had been erect-

ed, festooned with mammoth speakers, lights, and equipment. The place was teeming with people from the lip of the stage to the horizon, a churning, roiling sea. "With my misguided sense of responsibility," Bill says, "I was crazy trying to look after people ... see that this one didn't get crushed or that that one knew where to go."

He looked down from the stage to check his bike and was




someone sitting on it. "I couldn't believe it," Bill says. "I told him to get off the bike, and he wouldn't. I said it again, and he wouldn't. I grabbed him so hard I heard every bone in his body snap. I was so angry I would've ripped his fuckin' head off and thrown it in the pasture. The bike fell over and I went crazy. I started stornpin' him. I didn't even want his ghost around." This was how the party began.

From the beginning of the event, people insisted on "crashing" the stage. They were not used to "free" events being hierarchical and proprietary and could not understand why there were off-limits at a free concert or why guards were required, and it rankled them. The event so resern-

Meredith Hunter. "1 shoved Meredith Hunter off that stage myself three times," he says. "Big tall fucker. Three times I had my hands on that guy. I shoved his fucking ass back. 1 told him. I tumbled him off the stage three times. How clear do I have to be?"

Sweet William was desperate. He went backstage for the Stones, fearful that delaying their appearance would unleash a rnael-

strom. "They were tuning up," Bill recalls. "Chatting. Their little band. I recognized Mick Jagger. I didn't realize he was just a little fart. I told him, 'You better get the fuck out there before the place blows beyond sanity. You've tuned up enough.'"

Jagger told him

that they were

"preparing" and

would go when they

were good and ready. "I'm getting really pissed at this little fuck now," Bill says. "I want to slap his face. I told him, 'I'm tellin' you, people are gone die our there. Get out there! You been

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bled a massive commercial concert that perhaps the audience became confused and felt as if they had been demoted to nonentities and wanted to get closer to the heat and glow of the luminaries. They had, in fact, been unwittingly enlisted as extras in a commercial film and should have been paid. The concert was not free at all but had merely waived admission. Its real organizing principle was a merchandising event to create a live album and film - and a dynastic marriage between the Grateful Dead and the Rolling Stones' families.

Whatever the reason, the crown was whipping itself into froth; somehow it fell to the Angels to protect the stage and keep it clear enough so that the

concert could continue. 'We did it 'cause it had to be done," says Bill. The Oakland Angels arrived. Unlike their party-hard San Francisco brothers, this chapter had the reputation of heavyweight gangsters with a penchant for violence. Moving slowly and precariously through the crowd on their roaring, spitting bikes, creating a cacophony that overwhelmed the music, they edged up to the stage. Bill pulled the Angels' national president Sonny Barger up next to him. A warm-up band was playing. "I feel this shudder next to me," Bill says. "I look over and it's Sonny. He turns to me and says, 'We're keeping this stage? Do you realize that if all these people had their minds together they could crush this whole thing?'"

Sonny's perception of reality broke through Bill's preoccupation, and he too realized that their pitifully small cadre of Angels had been slicked into the role of defending the stage against hundreds of thousands of unruly people.

The crowd was impatient for the Stones, and its surges forward were becoming wilder and harder to control. Even from among so many, Bill singled out


Bill returned to the stage and was standing there when Hunter's murder took place, recorded for all to see in the Maysles brothers' film Gimme Shelter. "All of a sudden there's a scuffle off to my left," Bill says. "I saw a flash, the gun going off, but it [the music] was so loud you couldn't hear it." Meredith Hunter was standing there with a pistol, stark naked, loaded out of his mind, when Allen Pizzaro made his move.

Allen was a strange guy from San Jose. He had been a member of a club called the Gypsy Jokers that had been obliterated by the Angels. He had prospected as an Angel with the San Francisco chapter for eight months, but never owned a bike. On the night he was to be voted in, he answered an ad in the paper for a Harley Davidson, beat the owner senseless, and took the bike to his initiation. "He was a wild guy," Bill says. "He'd do anything." ot too many years later, his dead body was

fished out of a reservoir, where he'd been dumped for some "anything." This day, however, he was the star, center stage, on film.

Allen grabbed Meredith's arm. "He fired one shot with Allen holding him," Bill says. "It's what saved Allen from the death penalty." Allen twisted the arm away, at the same time reaching back with his free hand and drawing his hunting knife from a belt scabbard. He swung Meredith around - "a classic street move," Bill calls it - and stabbed him.

The music stopped for a moment. A girl screamed, "a forlorn, wailing scream, like a rabbit dying," B.i1l remembers. "You never forget it. Then they were passing his body over the crowd. It was bobbing and floating like a body going downstream in a riptide. It was like a Greek play. Everything was classical. The hunger of the people for somethin' that didn't exist. Why come on the stage? Why!?"

In the ensuing melee, my friend Denise Kaufman, a local musician with the all-girl Ace of Cups band, was hit in the temple by a thrown bottle, fracturing bone and causing a severe concussion. Denise was eight and a half months pregnant at the time, and the Stones were approached for permission to use their helicopter to carry her to a hospital. They refused. Denise was ferried on a long grueling trip by car, after which, due to her advanced pregnancy, she was operated on without anesthetic. Both she and her daughter survived undamaged, but for those who know and love her, the same could not be said of the local reputation of the Rolling Stones.

The Angels took the heat for Hunter's murder in the press, but they felt betrayed by Cutler. Word circulated for a while that Cutler's life was to be forfeited and he moved to Texas abruptly. The bizarre, appropriately show-business finish to events occurred a few days later when the Maysles brothers visited Paula McCoy'S house, where Bill happened to be staying at the time, to see what "piece" of Gimme Shelter the club wanted. They obviously had no idea of the organization's mood when they described the film enthusiastically. "We knew they Angels were a draw," one of the brothers said breathlessly, "but we didn't know that we'd get lucky." At that point, Angel Jerry Genly rose and kicked him square in the balls. "I think that was the end of the meeting," Bill says, laughing.

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Need the cold Never forget struggle
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When I sometimes go to work at a local shop, it's hard not to notice the current trends in motorcycles and the community. Sales in scooters are high which is a good thing (one less moped), the cruiser riders are almost as strong as the sportbike blokes in the area of sales and the amount they all spend on gear and vests for their colors. This trend of ANYO E starting a club by just getting some vests and naming themselves will be a future ranting article. As far as rider education, many new riders ask far more questions than they did ten years ago, I was selling bikes back then, tons of squids. These questioning riders of today tend to think more about the consequences of such a purchase, a purchase more a form of transportation then an actual fun way to get around. Then they get enlightened ... one way or other.

Many of the bikes we sell are of the sport bike 600 and 1000 category. The excited buyers of these bikes are now of all ages and sexes, a great change. As a person who is asked many bike related questions I try to get them the most amount of information I can in the time allotted, that is if they aren't jackasses. Of course I tell them to get all the moto magazines and papers being that they have a great deal of riding information available, I prefer print so I shun the internet (the scourge of humanity). However, there has been a disturbing trend forming; track days and brand new bikes coming back in pieces. Many times when the person buying gear mentions that they want to "get on the track" it's no longer racing they are talking about. Now there are a variety of racetracks and the organizations that allow you "to

get out there and experience what it's like to race." I really believe that taking a sportbike off the street and putting it on a track is a great thing, we now have at least five tracks to choose from at any given time in California, many other states have theirs as well, not long ago this was uncommon.

Should someone who has barely any time in the saddle get on the track right after their purchase of the }"'YZ 599? (This is a question Harvey and I debated over many a bourbon well into the night. We decided it was for you to ponder as we could no longer think.) The XYZ 599 so finely tuned and sprung, it's a thoroughbred raring to go and go fast. These bikes are now designed in a way that can make up for a great deal of hamfistedness, however, when your number's up, your number's up. If there isn't the amount of mental and physical preparation needed for a racer, eventually there will be a spill. As far as I'm concerned if you're not racing you're just going fast in circles. Get this, there is almost the same danger being at a track day as in a real race. This is something that the newbie track day rider isn't getting.

On the average race weekend, a racer may get six to eight practice sessions (lets say seven laps a practice) on Saturday. Sunday, one practice session and if your bank account isn't at a negative, two race sessions, seventy-seven laps at race speed, far different from that of a track day, or is it? Let's say you are at the average track day given eight sessions (at seven laps a run) fiftysix laps allin one day! Is the average newcomer mentally prepared to concentrate that hard for all those laps? What about being

physically fit, it gets hot out there. Be aware and ask your "instructor" many questions. If the school is proper then these guys are expert racers and have a high reputation and pedigree. In California we have some of the best racers/riders teaching at the track, make sure you do your homework.

I've seen some weekend warriors want to "stretch" their tires for one more session. Come on now, tires are all we have to keep us up! Is a set of $450 sticky sticky rubber worth your broken-up $9000 bike? Guess what .. .frame sliders won't protect your bike in an eighty mile crash while your bike flips over and over shedding its skin. Since everyone has to have gloves, leathers and boots, I don't see much for sale on the market that won't last for at least one crash out there, so nothing to say about that. However, a cheap helmet bought to save you money after purchasing a ten-thousand dollar bike is exactly that - a cheap-ass helmet, dot or snell approved! Buy the best,

most expensive helmet you can unless you like eating through a straw pondering nothing while watching the grass grow. Even though you're on a track day, the amount of wear your bike takes is as much as that at a race day.

Proper maintenance is crucial. Change the oil after every weekend, the brakes wear a great deal faster than on the

street. Replace them after the weekend or have them looked at, anything half worn is toast. Remember after your brakes are half worn on the track they just wear all the quicker. Because they're thinner, they get hotter quicker and wear faster, a vicious cycle ... get it? You'll be going into Turn Ten at Thunder


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So be aware that a track day can be just as costly as racing. This goes in many ways, to be fast one must be fit, mentally and physically, we're not at Wally World, there

is no reset button. If you want to commute on your XYZ after a track day, prepare. The benefits of running smart at the track will be your increased skill at whatever you encounter while riding on the street (the real jungle). The grin you have will be wide as you are now more confident with your skills and thinking, "bring it on" as you wick it up. Go Go Go.

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so, you ride a bike. Or you want to ride a bike. You've also got running ob essions with (pick one or all and add your own):

Racing Stunting Dirt Biking/Tracking • Dragging • Supermotarding • Looking Good· Looking at Other People Looking Good (and Bad) • Shit Talking • Getting Together with the Boys to go to Strip Clubs • Getting Together with the Boys to Ride as Hard as You Can • Reading • Writing • Photography> Politics • Drinking· ocializing· Touring • Wrenching, I could go on forever! Oh, and lest we forget - you're a Net-Freak, too.

Of course, you're multi-faceted, but EVERYTHI G ties into bikes, right- Looking for something to feed your ever changing and growing obsessions- At work and jonesing·Girlfriend says Sundays are her time- You tool. Still, you can soothe yourself (and bitch about her while you're at it) on

Since 2002 the Bay Area Riders Forum, affectionately known as BARF, has been bringing motorcyclists together (and tearing them apart) online. When this reporter was a newbie and needed folks to ride with, I turned on my computer and ran a thread. Within minutes people were responding, first welcoming me to the community and secondly offering to drag me along with them.


/barf/ [mainstream slang for "vomit"] 1. Term of disgust.

This is the closest hackish equivalent of the Val\-speak "gag me with a spoon". (like, euwww!)

2. To say "Barf!" or emit some similar expression of disgust.

"I showed him my latest hack and he barfed" means only that he complained about it, not that he literally vomited.

3. Bay Area Riders Forum. (see below)

Steve Cole hooked the idea of BARF from a forum he had been using, called, and started small with a few friends he had made there. The current owner, Dennis Kobza, or the "Budman" as he's known online, joined shortly after and dug right in. One of the first new forums added was the Racers Corner, started after Budman's thread, Racers and X-racers check in, garnered a very large response. In 2003 Budman joined forces with Cole, and began taking more control of the website.

BARF, which is free of charge, has only continued to grow since those days. In just four short years since the beginning, they now have sections as diverse as the Bay Area's moto-crew, and more people are joining everyday.

As I interviewed BARFers for this article it became clear how diverse this particular crew is. When asked

what their favorite forum to lurk in was, everybody had a different idea of what is great, and a different reason why. For some, it's the photos. Others liked Kitchen Sink, where you can post anything, and it sometimes gets downright nasty! More spots include the LEO Forum, where the cops lurk, share their points of view and answer questions posed by any and all hooligans. One of the LEO Forum bigwigs actually works for this publication, but I'm not saying who. Also, The Garage, which is where the finer points of fuel injection mapping and suspension tuning are hotly debated; occasionally resulting in the ripping to pieces of one who speaks without knowing.

And did you need a group ride-How about a night out with the boys- Pop into Social Gatherings, where you'll find threads inviting one and all to the next BBQ, MotoGP viewing, party

words by Abby Kiffer

or camping trip. In Group Rides you'll find, you guessed it - people to ride with.

I personally really appreciate the Training forum, where riding skills are discussed and dissected, and Keith Code, the master himself, will even pop in to personally answer posed questions.

The forums and topics are too numerous to name, but if you're in the mood for humor, visit BARF. Need parts-Visit BARF. Did your trusty steed get stolen-Visit BARF. Got a ticket by some weird, Barney Fife wanna-be cop and need advice, visit BARF. Must I go on with this-just visit BARF.

Of course, with as many folks in one spot as BARF gathers, there's bound to be some ego, and some amount of conflict. A simple question posed by one member will often incur 40 virtual lashings, and occasionally even bring about a

confrontation on "the meatside." One veteran BARFer complained of E-Thugs, people who simply let it all out, because others can't see their faces. Many members stressed to me the importance of BARFers remembering tbat while it may seem large and anonymous, the community is actually very small and trouble can be had, if one asks for it.

But as far as this reporter can see, the good greatly outweighs the bad. When I asked members, both veteran and newbie, what their favorite story was, they led me straight to the amazing.

Take for instance, the story of MotoLiam, (thread number 142,624 out of almost 170,000). With a five-star rating, almost 300,000 views and 1871 replies, it came up repeatedly as many members' favorite thread. Over 125 pages, it tells the story of Liam's Wild Ride, Liam Schubert's jour-

BARF ladies play poker too ...

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ney to become employed on the MotoGP circuit. After quitting his job, selling his bike, packing his stuff and going, Schubert spent about a year attending virrually every race on the circuit. He became a MotoGP regular. He even attended the Chinese GP, which is hardly the most popular circuit destination. With charm, dedication and a little serendipity, Liam found his way into the ranks. Today, Liam has gained his position with a true race team, Pramac D'Antin Ducati (racers Hofmann and Cardoso); and Barfers have been there all along the way, vicariously enjoying the trip and offering encouragement. Treats in this thread include Liam's huge smile, engaging writing and many, many photos of your favorite MotoGP stars, exotic places the world over and very interesting machinery. Also check out his personal website at

Another story that came up repeatedly was that of Sami, known as FrOng on BARF. Sami started riding at the tender age of twenty and immediately got off on the wrong foot, crashing his first bike within 24 hours of getting on. Over the next few months he became known to the BARF community, primarily because he was such a squid. He started many a controversial thread and often was the target of flamethrowers. After several more crashes and a couple years, though, FrOng changed his ways. He bought a new bike and started going to the track, riding smart and showing off his natural skills. After a short time he was getting a lot of respect from the very folks who had ripped him to pieces before. In his own words, ''All the bad and stupid things I had done in the past were now

behind me and I was just starting to become a good, responsible and skilled rider." And then as he was hitting his stride, life hit him back. At a Thunderhill track day he blew turn one and high-sided after hitting a fire breaker. He broke his left arm and shoulder, back, ribs and right femur. To boot, after the "off road excursion," he laid in the sun for a good 45 minutes, because no corner workers had seen the crash, so nobody knew he was there. That kind of took Sami out of riding for a while, and he's currently in school. I gather, however, that without BARF to guide him, Sami might still be a squid, riding the street and waiting to be a road stain.

BARFers are also often the first to come to the meatside community's aid. Most recently when motorcyclist John Depasquale was killed, the BARF Community was abuzz about it literally minutes after the unfortunate accident had occurred on Highway 101. One BARFer identified the downed bike after passing the accident scene and the search was on to ill who rode that type of motorcycle, in this case an Aprilia Tuono. The thread grew throughout the morning, people made phone calls and eventually the bike was connected to the rider. Sadly, it was Depasquale's bike. This was not a happy ending, but it did show how much BARFers care about each other.

rban Moto reported in

December about their quick reaction and organization regarding Woody, that now infamous DJ who advocated dooring motorcyclists while they split lanes. Within hours of the broadcast BARF members had reached local news outlets and the next morning,

If you are going to watch a GP. Spain's the place to go!

bright and early, a large number of people stood outside the dreaded station's door, protesting Woody's encouragement of assault with a deadly weapon.

They are taking action again currently, being proactive and supersupportive of the fundraising drive for James Cornell of Dawg Pound Racing, and supporting Kurt Yaeger, as well, when he was hurt.

The evolution of BARF has continued in Budman's hands. In 2004 the et-Moto/BARF race team was founded, and an extremely motivated Bud even produced the AFM 2004 Year in Review Movie. This year's team is doing well with young Bobby Fong taking the podium or winning often. will be up next week, go check it out!

These days BARF is one of the top motorcycle forums in the English-speaking world. According to www.bigboards. com the

amount of

posts they

receive ranks them as the seventh most used motorcycle forum, and last week they took the number five slot. BARFers are

BARF poker party. Standing, John Baptistro, one of the original moderators and one of 3 main adminswho run BARF. Also known as the "Hammer" for punishments ... Terms of Service violations ... if you got suspended ... you got "Bepped!", a Suzuki Rider's group. BARF ranks second in a lot of categories, actually, Page views per day (103,256), online users at an average given time, and max online users all score a podium finish. Also, with 4523 different folks hopping on the boards a day, they are the third most frequented motorcycle sight in America!

At press BARF's membership count is 17,375 and grows daily. And while about 90% of the members check in within a six-month period, just looking around it's hard not to notice that about 300 or 400 of them account for a disproportionate number of posts. These were the folks who came to my aid as I did my research.

One tipped me off to an extremely active, creative and talented writer known as "Feanor" on the boards. I spent several hours engaged in his Harlequin like romance that came out day-by-day over 78 pages.

When asked why he joined, "Motoproponent" posted, "1 joined because it is nice to be one of the drooling many in the asylum. There are so many times when I want to talk theory and numbers and design and history, with people with the same level of

Feanor wished me good luck with my article and warned me, "BARF is more than a forum, more than a virtual gathering place - it is a proving ground for those of weak opinion to stand behind their beliefs even regarding the most trivial of matters and gain confidence in knowing that it's often not the arguing that wins respect, but the recognition by other members that you won't wither under often brutal character and opinion evisceration ... all offered with loving concern, of course."

So, next time your girlfriend (or boyfriend) won't let you out, or it's a sunny, gorgeous day and Napa is calling you, but you're stuck at work, go check out Remember: just like anything else, you'll get back what you put into it Who knew- It's quite possible that the next best thing to riding when you're jonesing is BARFing.


also nearly the motosickness I have."

most active fanatics on the net - with an average of 142 POStS per member they are second only to

Well said! "Mike T' replied, "It's more useful and convenient than going to a bike store to ask and have a not-so-helpful answer."

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I wish to award big praise to Wade & Hicko all of the ultimate IT fans out

there and anyone akin to one of them. I hope you know one. The IT promotes the extra enthusiasm it takes to be an ultimate IT fan. Sort of like being a top racer, only being a top fan. It's someone who goes well above and beyond the call of duty of just a normal fan to make an ultimate fan or ultimate IT fan!

This year our ultimate IT fans are: Freddie and Bob Simmons of Ramsey, Isle of Man. After hearing my plea for help on Manx radio, "I need pistons, or a motor, or a bike!" And not knowing who I was or was not, they decided to find this person in need, me, and loan him Bob's bike! It was an '04 R6 to compete with in the '06 IT races. Without this bike I was all but out of the IT. Bob says, "It's basically stock with a can. Come and check it out! Try it! Start it up!" It was like Santa sent his elves over to give me an early Christmas. It was glowing in a shiny red and there were big smiles everywhere. Wow. Freddie and Bob saved my IT. Bob gave me clearance to do anything I needed to the bike. From set-up, like gearing, to stickers, you name it. Yea Buddy! The bike was like new, tight and ready to race. It was such a big pleasure to ride. I want to say that we all became the best of friends.

They came and hung out quite a few times. They were just like family. Bob rode a Velocette #51 on the parade lap at this year's IT. Bob forgot his leathers on the sign-up day, so I lent him mine, that way he could get through. That was so cool! And then I turned him onto a long sleeve Subculture Racing t-shirt and the past four Urban Moros that I took to the Isle, which put a big smile on his face. I was also able to give him his bike back, nice and shiny, and with a good IT story to boot. So if you see a

group of elves hanging out, Bob is the tall skinny one. Give him a big wave for me.

I think very highly of any fan that really helps someone in need like Bob did. They become a SOrt of sponsor, whether it is a bike, or parts, or just offering their efforts. Like Tim and Jay. They helped us so much, from moving our caravan back and forth, to getting a much needed beer, plus so much more. They all are ultimate IT fans. There's Les and Ros, always with an invitation and a good cheer, and a photo of WB at Ago's Leap, always a source of good advice when the chips get down, like let's go see Manx radio.

Also, this year the nice lady, that's all we know her as, stopped by to deliver three small stuffed Loaghtan Sheep (for good luck) and two cards for the two boys in the hospital, The Dawg Pound Sidecar Team. This is an extra bit of kindness and sure is cool.

ow that's an ultimate Tf fan.

Then, there is Johnny, the Kirk Michael IT marshal. He just has to be involved, so he volunteers his time to be a marshal like so many others. He is also really good at the IT game. He holds the highest lap record I've ever seen, 138mph avg. on the IT course. He says, "1 got the chip right here to prove it. Can you find me a TV and Playstation?" I said, "Give me about five minutes!" (Hey Pete ... )

And here are some other ultimate IT fans from the past who we have met. Andy Faragher, another Manxman, for believing in me and sponsoring me with a bike a few times. He's a ick Crow sidecar elf and knows what's going on. Then, there's soft spoken Irish Stevie, in his bar-towel pants and vest stuck with years of IT pins. He's got some real nice Joey Dunlop tattoos and now my ($50) purple

hat. It was a pleasure to give him that hat because I really felt that he was the ultimate IT fan! Just a big fan, no favors or bikes, he was just observing. Before that, there was eil Robertson, one of the biggest people on the Isle. He would do anything in the world for our race team, and did for many years. And that's where my Welsh Dragon comes from; those are on my Manx leathers. He was also instrumental in getting me those Manx leathers too, more Manx sponsorship when needed. Then there is Aunt Helen and Uncle John from Ireland, who I met at The TT awards banquet, they were with the Joey Dunlop clan. She wanted a photo of the colorful American. She invited me to the back bar for a drink with the Joey clan and ended up all but adopting me. They toured me around Ireland and its races and race courses. So I call them Aunt and Uncle because they were so nice to me it was hard to believe. Again, enthusiasm like this is hard to find, except at the TT or in Ireland. That's why I call them the ultimate TT fans. Yes, they are the best.

There was Martin Loitch, a Swiss TT racer in '96, he loaned me his spare 125 GP bike to race because I was looking for another ride. My 125 bike from Snarl Sport never did show up ... (what a loser with all his lip service.) Martin is such a nice guy. He said, "Sure, you can ride my spare bike." And my second lap was a 102mph avg. on a 125! Another big IT save by another real Tf' enthusiast. Yea Buddy!

There was one more, Hicko, a 'IT fan and helper on an English sidecar team, Jerry Flynn's team, back in '94. So I'm knocking on Jerry's door, I'm asking for a passenger ride on his rig in the TT races, and I tell him I have no sidecar experience. But I have the

TT Ultimate Fan Stevie

theory. I just said, "I Can Do IT!" And, "Don't make me show you my Superman cape." I got the job. In talking to them and telling them my story, a needy racer from America looking for more rides and stuff. I told them I was also looking for a 400cc bike to race. Hicko says, "I got one!" I rode two of his bikes two years in a row. And because of him we got two really good finishes both times. So I put them on my pit crew for the real TT experience. We had some great times together. Yea Buddy! We did the races and we all had fun together doing it. That made everyone's TT the best of times.

These are all people I never met before and now will never

forget. We all just happened to be at the Isle of Man TT races. And I'm a semi-needy racer on a shoestring budget, who always looking for more. I'm from the USA, some 10,000 miles away. So I say, "a big praise goes to those TT fans that seem to go out of their way to help a TT racer. Praise anyone of such grand character!" And the same with the IT fans back home. That's where all the help is from that made it happen to begin with. A big, Thank You All, many times over; help or kindness like this really makes one's day or IT And fond memories of these people that one meets along the way. The great times we had together with some ultimate TT fans. A big cheers!!!

Cousin Bob Boyd - post scrutiny

Bob, #51 with Freddie looking on

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So you're a dad driving your dad-mobile, wife in the passenger seat and kids in the back. The wife's looking for the perfect CD for the drive, son Chad's in Ipod/Nintendo world, daughter Brittany's watching a DVD and you're fuckin' with the navigation system instead of keeping your eyes on the road. You're taking your family to Stinson Beach and you're driving at a gut wrenching 30 mph on the twisty roads overlooking the big blue. Your wife says, "Slow down, you're scaring the kids!" Amanda or whatever her name is,

When it happens for the third time you begin to wonder and you ask yourself, do all these darned dirty bikers actually know each other?

Well, dad, yes we do, not on a first, middle or even last name basis, bur we all know each other in other ways. We know what we all go through every day we ride. We know your slow ass kills our groove ... for a few seconds anyway. We know real wind is better than AC even if it's turned up all the way (except of course if said wind is 110 degrees and our eyes burn and we can't breathe, but we tough it out and then have a story to tell about it... you don't). We know thousands of bikes pullin' into Laguna Seca for MotoGP is a truly awesome sight.

We know if we break down on the side of the road, it's another biker, not a car driver who'll pull over to help. You see, for us there's no AAA or OnStar, there's only us. We also know we never see car drivers wave at each other, unless they're long-haul truckers, bus driv-

ers or vin-


says, "I'm not scared mom." "Slow down anyway." You dutifully comply and traffic begins to back up behind you. Suddenly a motorbike passes you. "Honey, isn't that illegal?" asks the wife. "What's that, han?" "Passing on a double yellow." ''Yes it is ... darned biker." The biker sticks his left hand out and gives a little wave to an oncoming biker, she gives a little peace sign in return. Your daughter Jenny, or whatever her name is, asks, ''What are they doing dad?" "They must know each other, honey." Another bike passes and again the biker waves at another oncoming biker who also waves back and Debbie, or Missy, or whatever her name is, asks, "Do they know each other too dad?" "I guess they do, sweetie."


owners. Sometimes

we see what might at

first appear to be drivers giving each other a little friendly point of the finger, but it's always the wrong finger and is usually accompanied by a shout of "asshole" or "dick-head" or somethin' like that. But most of all, we all know people like you don't get people like us and we know we don't really give a shit because there's no words to describe what it

means to ride to someone who doesn't. And we all know we don't want to waste our time tryin' ... we'd rather be ridin'.

Shiny side up!


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Building the Marin Cyc1eworks XR600R Dualsport

1987, Reagan was in office, the Iran-Contra affair was rocking the news while U2's "Joshua Tree" was rocking the airwaves, neon was hip, and for the ftrst time in AMA history a 4- stroke won a Grand National Cross County Event. It was Honda's new XR600 piloted by Scott Summers. From 1987 to 2000 the Honda XR600R was Honda's flagship big bore offroad racer. With Scott Summers at the controls it won 9 off-road titles, 15 national championships and 69 class wins. It became the basis for the XR650L and spawned the mighty XR650R.

The end result of those 13 years of racing is that the XR600R is a very popular, very well understood motorcycle. Building one into a capable offroad dualsport doesn't require

doing some-
thing that's
never been
done. It requIres careful selection from a wide array of pre-existing parts. When you're putting together a special motorcycle for a special event, this is a good place to be!

Experience is the Best Resource

The first

thing that

needed to be done was to ftnd a topnot c h

mechanic with loads of XR600R experience. Easily done ... Doug Knowlton at Marin Cycleworks has over 30 years under his belt as a mechanic and suspension tuner. He is also a former AMA Pro level off-road racer who has never raced below the A level since moving to California. Doug has owned and extensively ridden the XR600R. To top it off, Marin Cycleworks agreed to sponsor Doug's time while he built the bike. This was an incredible act of generosity and a huge, huge help. Doug immediately came up with a list of vendors and specific parts for my XR600R. With that in hand, it was time to get to work!





Power Shmower!

The first step in the X.R600R build was the engine. High horsepower engines are great if you're only going a few hundred or even a thousand miles. Ride the Divide is 2,500 miles. X.R600Rs are famous for their reliability and that's why I chose to use one. Why jeopardize the whole thing for a few extra HPs?

It was decided to freshen up the top end and clutch, which is generally where you see the highest parts wear. Honda OEM piston, rings, valves and valve springs were placed in Doug's capable hands. The old

piston and valves were removed and examined for excessive or unusual wear. othing out of the ordinary was found, which was a relief. I'd been putting a lot of miles in and was worried about the condition of the engine's internals.

While that was going on, the exhaust was removed. The stock headers and FMF Megamax slip-on were seen to with a brass cleaning wheel. Years' worth of gunk, mud and surface rust came off nicely. Summers Racing Components (SRq supplied exhaust wrap and high temperature paint was then applied to the header. The besides giving the exhaust a great

look, the painted exhaust wrap helps protect the headers from rocks, mud and other debris. As a secondary bonus, they also help keep the exterior temperature down so you're less likely to burn your body parts in a crash.

After the top end was reassembled the clutch was seen to. The stock clutch plates and springs were removed. Although they didn't look too bad, they were set aside as spares. A complete clutch rebuild kit from DP Clutches (complete with cool little carrying case) was used to replace the stock Honda pieces.

The airbox already contained a K&N filter which was in good shape and left alone. The

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XR600R's jetting was found to be a little bit on the lean side. Doug's advice was to leave it alone. "You're going to be riding at high altitude anyways so a little bit lean is what you want."

Last but not least is the drive train. Sunstar steel sprockets and a Regina ZR chain were installed. The heavy duty steel sprockets should last the whole trip, whereas alwninum sprockets would last, oh, a few days at most.

The engine was

reassembled with my favorite oil:

Motul. I like Motul oil so much I'd drink it if T could! T mean, seriously, why mess about with something as important as that?

Serious Grounding

It's an age old motorsports adage: Power is useless if you can't get it to the ground smoothly. That requires good suspension, tires, brakes and controls. Although we hadn't built a high compression race engine, the XR600R still made plenty of power. Making sure the whole package behaved well took careful component selection.

Fortunately, Doug had previously reworked the suspension. When purchased it had been setup for a 200+ pound rider, which I am not. Doug replaced the heavy fork and shock springs with a set of unu ed stock Honda springs. Remember that Ride the Divide is, at its heart, a fast dualsport ride. Not the Baja 1000. So, with those requirements in mind, the stock springs actually work really, really well. Once Doug had "played with the clickers" a little bit (read: made some changes to

the suspension settings) the XR600R rode perfectly.

The existing motocross tires were replaced with Dunlop D606s. The 0606 is Dunlop's hard compound DOT legal offroad knobby. Brent from Dunlop also sent along the heaviest inner tubes Dunlop makes to help lessen the chance of flats. Being a paranoid bastard T added some Slime into each wheel to reduce that chance even more. Some people hate SLime, others swear by it. I say that if it saves me one flat, it's worth it.

The stock brake pads and rotors were pulled off and replaced with some very nice pieces from DP Brakes. The stock front brake line came off and a stainless steel line went on.

The XR600R already had an Applied upper triple clamp, oversized bars and SRC fork brace. All of which added up to a much stiffer and better handling front end. A Scotts steering damper was installed to help the high speed handling. New bearings from Pivorworks went in wherever the pre-existing bearings were worn out. Bearings are an often overlooked but very key maintenance item.

Fuel to Burn and Electricity to Spare

What's plastic, sits

between your legs and lets you go for hours? A 6-gallon Acerbis gas tank! It's massive but designed not to feel that way once it's, ahem, mounted up and between your legs. (Sorry, couldn't resist!) Seriously, though, 6 gallons of gas gives a 210 mile effective

range with a 30 mile


The XR600R already had a license plate, but very little else about it was street legal. A Baja Designs Dualsport kit was installed to make sure the XR600R doesn't get too much

attention from the police. Featuring a DOT legal

headlight (with an optional 80 watt bulb!), turn signals, horn, brake light and control pod the Baja Designs kit is very nice. All the electronics, such as the battery and turn signal relay, are installed on the back of the headlight.

Baja Designs also rewound the stock XR600R stator, bringing it from 80 watts to 200 watts! That's more than enough to power the dualsport kit with plenty to spare. With that in place Doug was able to wire the GPS unit into the bikes electrical system. Motorcycle mounted GPSs are prone to automatic shutdown when run on batteries alone. Powering it with the motorcycle'S electricity is incredibly important; otherwise, having to turn your G PS back on every 5 minutes is a real drag.


Hard Workin' Man: Doug Knowlton of Marin Cycle works installing the DP Clutch replacement kit.

Back To The Future: The completed Marin Cycle works XR600R Dualsport. A selection of small things adds up to a massive improvement.

Protection and Final Details

When purchased the XR600R already had a Works Connections rear caliper guard, glide plate and frame guards. Those along with Acerbis brush guards and SRC fork guards pretty much covered all the basics. A set of SRC Engine & Foot Control Guards were installed to keep the cases and foot controls safe. The piece de resistance, as far as Doug was concerned, was the SRC Kiwi Case Saver. Unlike the stock case saver, the Kiwi Case Saver will actually save the engine (and my legs) if the chain breaks at speed.




bike good? Do all of Doug's work, Marin Cycleworks generosity and those parts make much a difference?

Yes, and Hell Yes! It was hard to stop grinning I was having so much fun! The GPS never shut itself off, the Scotts damper kept the front end planted in places where it would try to wash out before, the engine just pulled everywhere with no complaints and holy cow it stops when I want it to! Oh, and that big plastic thing between my legs allowed me to do the entire 220 mile loop without stopping for gas. Nice!

ow that everything is done, it's time to really put the XR600R and myself to the final test: The Continental Divide ... 2,500 miles in 5 days. By the time you read this in the August 1 st issue I will either have completed the trip or will be slogging through flash floods somewhere in ew Mexico. Check the website to see what's happening! And don't forget to send in a little somethin' somethin' to the Lance Armstrong Foundation while you're at it. The donation form can be downloaded off the website.

Until the next time, stay safe because you know damn well I'm not!

Erik Mathy

Ride the Divide ... Conquer



stretch Doug added on some Scott MX Fusion II handgrips, a folding mirror and the Trailtech Enduro computer. A full set of bags were also installed, consisting of a tail bag, number plate bag and front fender bag. The will be used to carry my spare tire tube, inflator, extra foot/hand levers, box of small bolts, multi-tool and emergency supplies such as fire starters, space blanket/bivy sack, emergency beacon and first aid kit. After installing them I have to say I am very, very impressed by their quality of construction and features.

Breaking 'er in!

After all was said and done I took the XR600R out for a quick 220 mile spin. This particular route is up in the Sierras just short of Lake Tahoe. Featuring some great paved twisties, logging roads, dirt access roads and overgrown single track it's one of my regular rides. Is the rebuilt

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Hello there cats and kittens, this is Dan Sarf call-

ing in from the road.

Living in the Bay Area as a motorcylist (you do ride a motorcycle, right?) you get quite spoiled. There's a motorcycle dealership about every 10 blocks. Not so out here in the wilds of Wyoming and Montana. Some motorcycles shops are over 1000 miles apart.

So we've had to make do with what we can. 0 major catastrophes so far. Erik is doing marvelously. He's riding over 500 miles a day on his XR600. Most wankers I know would have a hard time doing 500 miles in their luxo vans.

I'll fill you Wankers in when I get back.

Another three days to go. We're to the border shooting for over 500 miles a day, to break the record which is 8 days.

While everyone in the Bay Area was languishing down at Laguna Seca, I was driving with Erik

Mathy down

into the American hinterland for his solo motorcycle expecl.ition from the Canacl.ian border to the

Mexican border along the Continental Divide. All sponsorship money for this ride is going to the Lance Armstrong Foundation. We've been up past closing time every night.

That's pretty much it for now. I'll fill you Wankers in when I get back. Take care.

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A brief history of the SFMC. In its infancy the SFMC was established in late 1904, founded by a group of motorcycle and bicycle shop owners and their customers. They had intentions of creating a group and image that was exclusive to motorcycling only, unlike the common groups comprised mostly of bicyclists referred to as "Wheelmen" clubs. The men credited with forming the SFMC were C. C. Hopkins and A. Freed. By the following year the club had organized its first race in what would be a long and rich history in racing events and promotions. To this date the most famous member of the SFMC still has to be Hap Jones. Among his many racing achievements more people might know him as the first man to cross the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge upon its opening in 1937 and then again on the bridge'S 50th anniversary. In SFMC and Bay Area riding history Hap Jones was also the namesake for the annual Hap Jones Day birthday Picnic., think West Oakland Riot ... without paved roads. Between 1947 and 1948 the SFMC purchased an old blacksmith's shop on Folsom St. at 18th St. and built its very own clubhouse which remains today in the care of the general membership. If you ride a motorcycle in San Francisco you should visit the SFMC clubhouse at least once to see the 100 years of motorcycling history on its walls (the photo collection is extremely impressive).


Welcome to Urban Moto's "Club Corner," a new column designed to showcase the deeds, contributions and tales of mischievous camaraderie of the Bay Area's motorcycle clubs and organizations.

I hope the Urban Moto Club Corner will introduce readers to a bigger world of motorcycling through organized groups and rides, and inspire them to become involved in the social aspect of the sport, and to perhaps participate in its political arenas. There are few better ways to get involved and make contributions than at the grassroots level. This column will discuss the preservation of the sport by educating and encouraging young riders, and guiding older riders to resume an old hobby or discover it for the first time. You'll read about riders from various organizations whose passion for competition is as intense on the pavement as well as off (and often competitive within itself.) Expect to read about the cultural impact motorcycling has made on individuals in the Bay Area who have been members of organizations or have recently joined. And hear about their group travels (and travails).

The first club in the Club Corner spotlight will be the San Francisco Motorcycle Club, the second oldest club in America at 102 years with a membership base becoming larger and more diverse by the month; I'm sure their stories won't disappoint.

The SFMC has never been a brand specific or biased club. We ride all brands and we ride everywhere. The SFMC is proud not to be gender or race exclusive either. The SFMC is generously made up of approximately 80 members of all ages, ranging from a 3 year-old mascot to a 70+ squid.

Look forward to their stories 10 coming issues.

Eric Schiller President of SFMC

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try Knuckles

It's an (previously) unwritten rule that two-wheeled motorists have common bond. We wave at one another, help each other on the roadside, and unite against agro car drivers. I know that some folks harbor a little favoritism towards their particular sect of the mota-culture, but that's no reason to discriminate against others. When I ride, I hang my fingers in the breeze for anybody: scooter, cruisers, touring rigs and mopeds alike. Although, I myself am guilty of the occasional scoff at some of ridiculous contraptions on the market, I an) well aware that every machine has its purpose and its element.

It's not uncommon to see a pack of crotch-rockets blow by a wide-barred cruiser as they snake through rush hour gridlock, but we all know in a distance ride, that crew will be pulling over to stretch their legs long before our boy with the cushy seat and the highway pegs needs a rest (Gratuitous exception extended here to Joey P). Contrarily, we often see Harley clubs out on a Sunday, thunder by some old school British single in the slow lane, only to let him by when they get to Mt. Tam

Similar distinctions occur in the city, you got your slow rollin' profilers excessively revving their way to a breakfast joint, your late night lightracers out for a test of torque on the empty one-ways and the fashion brigade of small European pedal starters jockeying for a cool spot in front of the cafe. Don't let's forget our brotherhood, oh you riders. We're everyone of us dealing with hurdles: mechanical, legal and goddamn cellphonedriverical just to keep our beloved pastime alive.

I can appreciate your ride, tailored to the nines to fit exactly your stereotype of choice; I can respect your matching choice of gear and riding style. Is it too much to ask if we could lose the sneer? Admit you're having fun just for once and you might notice the guy commuting on his new Piaggio is having a pretty sweet ride home himself. I just want to make sure next time we see some jackass goosefootin' it through the intersection with his radio blasting, we're sure to remember; he might be acting a fool, but damn it - he's our fool!


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I?J Dene Shelton

Sometimes I get depressed, I get real tired, 1 am overwhelmed by the contents of my life. The pieces from my past and present pile up like old garbage I carry around in a worn out denim backpack. The shit seeps through and it stinks.

I work long days without eating well, check out to a book for hours on my couch in the evenings, then sleep long nights. The cat goes crazy from boredom and loneliness, darting around the house attacking bits of air and meowing for hours on end through the night. Waking is an Olympic sport requiring agonizing training and effort, painfully slow to accomplish. I am late to work every day.

I get tired because I walk through the world fighting. Fighting to be heard, fighting to be taken seriously, fighting to be respected, and fighting to be loved, not just fucked, particularly without my permission. I fight to make the world a better place.

I live in the 'Loin. Day after day, I walk outside of my apartment to the alley where my bike is chained to a pole and covered twice in order to deter crackheads from stealing the spark plugs. Man upon man, upon seeing the helmet and gear, makes a comment to the woman who rides a bike. A thrust of the hips:

Baby, I got something you can ride. 1 got something to put between those legs ... "

Following me into the alley, yelling louder as I walk:

"Come here baby ... Is that bike really yours?"

I wade through them morning after motherfucking morning, afternoon after motherfucking afternoon, night after motherfucking night, on my way to getting the bike up to go. I face them, look them straight in the eye, and raise my middle finger:

"Ride this, bitch."

On those really tired days I say nothing at all.

A few weeks ago, I was getting the bike together: packing the lock and covers, and letting it warm up, when a man standing at the end of the alley asked me if I like rap music. I looked up at him and continued on with my preparations. He got real angry and started responding to words I wasn't saying. I realized quickly he was either psychotic or beyond fucked up on the funny pills whose names

they chant between treet corners. I quickened my pace while he began to gather friends.

I'm on the bike now, taking it off the small curb by the pole where it is parked. I look up to where the man stands blocking my exit at the end of the alley and I start about what it might take to drive by him, wondering if he will jump in my path. I'll run right over the fucker.

Then the front wheel loses it on the edge of the curb and the whole bike tips to the left, pinning my body against the pole. Fuck. My breathing is hard. The engine blasts as I grip tight on the front right handlebar. My left leg is useless. Fuck. I try lifting the bike off me but it's a heavy fucker. I look up and the man at the end of the alley is gone. I am magically and painfully alone.

1 try again to pick it up using my right hand, the engine revs and I'm sweating. Then I realize, that the combo of pushing my right foot down on the peg and pushing my upper body back against the pole is getting me a few inches up. I fall back, push down with my leg and back with my body, fall back, puuuuush, I'M UP. My back is sore as a bitch, my left leg is killing me, and my entire body is shaking.

I sit on the bike in the alley and breathe, then Start laughing real loud, the sound traveling in muffled circles around the inside of my helmet. Shit. I must have looked like some sort of insect pinned like that. A fly in a web, a cockroach turned over on its back. Me stacked like a domino between forces bigger than myself that are impossible to move. A familiar situation.

I imagine being left like that for days, slowly starving until I'm so skinny the bike falls the rest of the way down. I'd be found starved to death, crackheads having taken my shoes and leather jacket, a headline reading, "She should have gotten a 250." Morbid, but funny as hell.

That was actually the second time I dropped the bike. The first time I dropped it was in the Mission. I'm parking it against a curb by Knuckles' place across the street from where Thea's bike is parked. Shit. Things didn't go so well between Thea and me. Shit. I'm looking at his bike parked nice and neat across the street, thinking, how living right above Knuckles he can see me from his

window. I've got it parked, the engine is off, stand down, and down I go to the left again. The stand didn't take. Luckily, two curie-pies in boy form are right there to help pick the thing up again.

"First time on a bike?" One of them asks.

I say yes.

"Happy riding," He says with a smirk.

Thanks, asshole. Ride this. I blame Thea for that fall.

Third time I had a passenger.

I'm stopping two cars behind the top of the steepest hill ever. Down we go, to the right this time. Two bikers, one of them Xena Warrior Princess herself, helps me pick it up. Hattie. It's flooded so we wait twenty minutes and we're on the road again. My passenger isn't fazed. She loves to ride.

So the bike is my baby, we're more in tune than I knew. She feels me breathing heavy, sucks the sadness in and has her own tired moments. She is a companion and comes right out from underneath me sometimes, but she never falls. I fall. She's tired, poor baby, from waiting for my poor ass to pay attention to the good shit and count my blessings. Motorcycles are a blessing indeed, a brift from the motherfucking Goddess.

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