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FEBRUARY 2016
CONTENTS Issue One FEATURES 5
THE NATURAL LAW OF MOTORCYCLING Why you never, ever ask to ride somebody else’s bike
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Freedom on the road Find out what freedom means to Motorcycle enthusiast.
DEPARTMENTS 10
Rise from the dead Find out what freedom means to Motorcycle enthusiast.
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Hand on! HEDON, hand made.
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THE VISION Lindsay and Reginald has always approached design with an eye for raw beauty and originality. Each Hedon helmet has it’s own unique signature marked in their definitive style and distinctive materials they are crafted from. A fine blend of the old and the new, deftly forged using traditional craftsmanship along with modern technology. They believe when form and function come together seamlessly, style is effortless.
THE ROOTS Hedon - derived from the word Hedonism: the relentless search for pleasure. Hedon’s goal is simply to provide the most pleasant experience on everybody’s journey for Hedonism. In 2011 Lindsay and Reginald, with extensive experience in design and helmet crafting, came together to create Hedon. Tired of conventional style, they set out on a mission to rethink the urban rider’s protective headgear. They wanted something bold,
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1974 BMW R90/6
“We are just a few guys with everyday lives, building café bikes in our garages in anticipation of the incredible Alaskan rding season.”
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1974 BMW R90/6
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rik showed up to test the bike and was met by gentleman with a peculiarly German first and last name. “We chatted and I tried to haggle with him, but it was a halfhearted effort.” he says. “I know I’ll pay asking price for the damn bike because I’ve already envisioned removing the boat anchor fairing, luggage bags and tractor seat. After we shake, the sellers demeanor changes and he invites me to look in the garages. Turns out his 82 year old father was the owner of the local BMW motorcycle dealership years prior. Naturally, I burnt my kitchen pass at home because I disappeared for the next two hours. Connex containers full of BMW bikes and parts littered the property while the real history was in the garage. Walls of BMW tools, posters, a sidecar rig and several complete bikes. I knew I was in the right place when I pulled open a drawer and it was full of old san serif BMW roundels. I almost came home with an R27 also but I knew the motorcycle clause in my prenup would never hold up.” The old German family and Erik became friends during the purchase of the bike. “I felt I had purchased something special and this, in turn, led to the personal obligation to make the bike something special. The old German patriarch never approved of what I did to “perfectly good German engineering. I joked with him that, “I’d trade a little of that engineering for a few style points.” He didn’t even crack a smile. Despite our different perspectives on the same motorcycle, he is always eager to offer advice about bikes and life. I received a surrogate grandfather with my motorcycle.”
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NATURAL LAW O F M O TO R C Y C L E Why you never, ever ask to ride somebody else’s bike By Peter Jones
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here’s a guy in my neighborhood who wants to ride my motorcycle. My brand-new motorcycle. Of course, we all want other enthusiasts to look at a bike of ours with aching envy, shuddering with jealousy, gazing at our machine with the begging eyes of a starving dog. But we don’t want a single one of them to ask if they can actually go for a ride. That’s what this guy’s done. I’m sure that, just because he asked, I’m within my rights to shoot him in at least four states. Sharing is fine and good if it’s French fries, bad advice or the warmth of a fire. But with girlfriends, cigars and motorcycles, no. That’s biker law. Complicating this situation is that if one of us ever did, on his own, decide to offer our bike up for someone to ride, it wouldn’t be to someone who’d asked if he could ride it. That’s an age-old biker rule, too: Having asked automatically excludes a person from ever being considered to ride your bike. That’s because having asked guarantees bad manners all around. Off he’d go, launching into a wobbling wheelie, returning in a sliding stop with the rear brake locked, capping off the ride by staring you in the eye with feigned innocence and a smile. If you’re lucky, he’ll give you this look while handing your bike back to you. If you’re not lucky, he’ll give you the look while sprawled on the pavement at your feet, your bike on top of him. This isn’t the first time such a thing has happened to me. In my first year as a novice roadracer, a corner worker approached me during a lunch break at a WERA event at Roebling Road, Georgia, asking if he could borrow my bike for a couple of Expert races. Before I could respond, he quickly added that he’d split his winnings with me, even-up, after he won the two races he planned to enter. He assured me that winning was basically a done deal, if someone would just lend him a bike. Forget that I had a particularly uncompetitive bike, that this guy was easily 6-foot-2 and weighed well over 270 pounds, and that I’d never seen his name listed in racing results. What racer shows up at a track without a bike? And since this guy chose me, in particular, as the dupe who’d hand his bike over to him to race, I was forced to accept that I look way stupider than I’d always hoped. A measure of how improper it is to ask if you can ride someone else’s bike is that simply touching someone else’s motorcycle is forbidden, unless they’re a friend and you’ve been invited to do so. Touching someone else’s motorcycle is pretty much on par with stealing a hug from the Queen: It doesn’t matter if you understand why you’re not allowed to do it, you just don’t do it.
Full Article can be found at http://www.cycleworld.com/2012/10/19/the-natural-law-of-motorcycling/ By Peter Jone Octube 19,2012
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freedom Road Motorcyclists use the word “freedom”
to describe the feeling they get when they ride, associating it with the open road, the wind in their hair, escaping into the grandeur of the mountains and canyons. Freedom is of course relative to another man’s freedom. Where I might consider myself free, another man claims I’m limited and bound. It’s dependent on natural conditions like stopping a ride to answer the call of Nature. There are social conditions as well; if my thoughts and opinions were influenced by the society I grew up in, am I truly making choices all my own?
As I sit here this morning trying to decide on where I plan to ride my motorcycle, I can choose from a wide variety of roads to take. But as banal as it seems, I can only choose the roads I know about. The roads I know about are those I’ve ridden before, or that which I can see on a map. And that bring us to the ultimate expression of freedom: motivation. If I wasn’t motivated to investigate all the roads around Southern California, and if I wasn’t motivated to study a map, then I would have limited myself to just the handful of roads I know of in my immediate area.
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