I finally got my hands on a modern sports bike. The fun ensued.

My slightly tortured tenure with an imported CBR 1000. The cops weren't fans either.

In which the author experiences a recurring dream about motorcycles from a far away land and conceives a theory as to why....

Ahh the GPZ900R. Fast and brutal. Now we're starting to get serious....

My second bike and one that I had lusted after as a child. Still think it looks the biz today!

This was my first motorbike. It sounded like an angry wasp trapped in a tin can and smoked like a character from 'Mad Men'. Needless to say, I loved it.