Check it out. The HUMVEE of motorbikes. You can ride right through a brick wall with this puppy.

Diesel, over 100mpg, all terrain, solid like a friggin' tank.

I dig it.

M1030M1 Diesel Combat Motorcycle

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oh - and here's a curiosity - a TESI (derivitive) framed streetfighter lookin' thang... yeah its a duc engine... I'm sure its real inexpensive too.

...this is one of the funniest things I've seen; the irony is Crazy J. has probably already installed one on the R6. Check out when he drives off...oh man!!!!!

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=bubbrubb.wmv

SV700 2.0



The Exit3DC family nutter bike is back in my possession.... Let me tell you, it is nuttier than ever. The powerplant is working as it should. The bark is BAD... and she bites. She bites HARD.

Recent additions:

Airbox mod (gulp gulp gulp)
Steel braided lines front and rear (aaaah nice).
Fresh spark plugs.
*Shorty* Yosh pipe - repacked too (not that it matters).
Vortex clip-ons and -S clutch cable to match.
Fresh fulids and a good general scrubbing.
New carb diaphram (this was causing major issues).
Re-jetted, but not dynoed yet.
Fresh Michelin Pilots.

Seat of the pants impression you ask? It rolls the fuck out. Really it does. I certainly need to slap that steering damper on there and get the suspension sorted. - its an abosolute riot. Not for the tame or weak-of-sphinter.

Here's the snapshots:

SV lurking in the alley...

You don't need to know Portugese
to get the gist of this one...

Click here for the video...
its only 1 MB - you sissy.

either that bike OR an RR can easily reach that speed without anything but removal of restrictor; it wouldn't need a turbo at all...I drove Js R6 prior to the two of us going to 211 and it scared me at first, then I liked it AND I hooked up with 3 chicks between my house and J's so that bike really works...oh, and I rode bitch from his hizza back to mine and almost crapped my pants...thanks OOOOOPS I CRAPPED MY PANTS!

We had a kick ass day out on 211 and J didn't get any tickets so he's got that going for him, which is nice.

Did you see about this kid in Frederick?

Click here for the Washington Post article...

It is not entirely straightforward, but if you read closely--he was wearing only a tshirt and shoes--no pants-- when he went down doing a wheelie at 80 MPH. Poor dumb b@stard is dead.

So maybe he wasn't burning 205mph afterall...

MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota (AP) -- People across the United States are shaking their heads over the kid ticketed for allegedly riding his motorcycle at 205 mph -- some out of disapproval, others because they doubt he went that fast.

Ever since a State Patrol pilot clocked Samuel Armstrong Tilley's 2002 Honda RC51 going a quarter-mile in 4.39 seconds on September 18, people in chat rooms, garages and biker bars from Sturgis, South Dakota, to Los Angeles have been buzzing about the alleged feat on Highway 61 near Wabasha.

"Certainly anyone who flouts the law to that extent is seen by some as a latter-day Robin Hood, flying in the face of authority and doing stuff we all want to do but common sense stops us from," said David Edwards, editor-in-chief of Cycle World, a magazine based in Newport Beach, California.

Edwards is among the many experts who doubt Tilley's bike could have gone so fast. "More likely, the cop with the stopwatch had an itchy trigger finger," he told the Star Tribune of Minneapolis.

"There are lots of guys who have been spending a lot of money and a lot of years at the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah trying to join the official 200 Club and most still haven't done it," Edwards said. He said Tilley's bike would have needed an add-on turbo charger to go above 165 mph.

State Patrol pilot Al Loney, a 27-year veteran, and his superiors stand by their report.

Tilley, who graduated from Stillwater High School last year, hasn't returned numerous calls seeking comment. He's due to appear in Wabasha County Court on October 25.

Tilley purchased his motorcycle last summer from Tousley Motorsports in White Bear Lake, where he once worked.

Tousley President Larry Koch said Tilley is a nice guy, "but I really want to ask him: 'What in the hell were you thinking?"'

Here's the latest on the Minnesota kid who allegedly joined the 200 club on his RC-51. Too bad those bikes aren't capable of going that fast without major performance mods -- namely a turbo kit. Unclear whether he had one, but if not, he'll likely get out of it, as the officer's sworn statement would be impossible and cast doubt on the charges. I hope he requests a jury trial...

--CJ.


MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota (AP) -- People across the United States are shaking their heads over the kid ticketed for allegedly riding his motorcycle at 205 mph -- some out of disapproval, others because they doubt he went that fast.
Ever since a State Patrol pilot clocked Samuel Armstrong Tilley's 2002 Honda RC51 going a quarter-mile in 4.39 seconds on September 18, people in chat rooms, garages and biker bars from Sturgis, South Dakota, to Los Angeles have been buzzing about the alleged feat on Highway 61 near Wabasha.
"Certainly anyone who flouts the law to that extent is seen by some as a latter-day Robin Hood, flying in the face of authority and doing stuff we all want to do but common sense stops us from," said David Edwards, editor-in-chief of Cycle World, a magazine based in Newport Beach, California.
Edwards is among the many experts who doubt Tilley's bike could have gone so fast. "More likely, the cop with the stopwatch had an itchy trigger finger," he told the Star Tribune of Minneapolis.
"There are lots of guys who have been spending a lot of money and a lot of years at the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah trying to join the official 200 Club and most still haven't done it," Edwards said. He said Tilley's bike would have needed an add-on turbo charger to go above 165 mph.
State Patrol pilot Al Loney, a 27-year veteran, and his superiors stand by their report.
Tilley, who graduated from Stillwater High School last year, hasn't returned numerous calls seeking comment. He's due to appear in Wabasha County Court on October 25.
Tilley purchased his motorcycle last summer from Tousley Motorsports in White Bear Lake, where he once worked.
Tousley President Larry Koch said Tilley is a nice guy, "but I really want to ask him: 'What in the hell were you thinking?"'

Sit back and enjoy Cassie Fault's entertaining new program:

Thanks for tuning in to this edition of Road Rash Weekly. It's been a rough couple of weeks for the EXIT3 crew, there's been rumors that the boys have been seen riding bitch all over town. But whenever life throws this crew lemons they simply....drink more beer. This week in an RRW exclusive we corner Crazy J. and learn about the R6, women, and the color silver...

So tell us about this new bike you just bought? What makes the R6 so special?

CJ: Cuz it looks 'fing awesome, and I'll blow bitches away on 211.

Since we've known you this is the third bike you've owned, you seem to enjoy sampling what the sportbike world has to offer.

CJ: Well actually I'm hoping that it'll help me get girls.

Yes well you said that about the SV and the CBR.

CJ: The SV was black and the CBR was red, this season I hear the chicks really dig silver.

Stiffler?

S: Well I did in fact get engaged so....

Pebble?

I scare pedestrians and make people fall over.

So back to what turned you on to the Yamaha R6?

CJ: I really think Jamie Hacking has the right idea.

Well I think that says it all, stayed tuned for our next interview when we find out if B really thinks that Germans have more fun than Italians, if Tenacious D's Monster runs off of Guinness, and if the shine on Father Kevin's head is in fact directly related to the gleam of his Guzzi...

From the Washington Post 092304

Once Pebble gets the scooter hooked up to stage 3, I expect this record will be easily broken.
WABASHA, Minn. - With a State Patrol airplane overhead, a motorcyclist hit the throttle and possibly set the informal record for the fastest speeding ticket in Minnesota history: 205 mph.

On Saturday afternoon, State Patrol pilot Al Loney was flying near Wabasha, in southeastern Minnesota on the Wisconsin border, watching two motorcyclists racing along U.S. Highway 61.

When one of the riders shot forward, Loney was ready with his stopwatch. He clicked it once when the motorcycle reached a white marker on the road and again a quarter-mile later. The watch read 4.39 seconds, which Loney calculated to be 205 mph.

"I was in total disbelief," Loney told the St. Paul Pioneer Press for Tuesday's editions. "I had to double-check my watch because in 27 years I'd never seen anything move that fast."

Several law enforcement sources told the newspaper that, although no official records are kept, it was probably the fastest ticket ever written in the state.

After about three-quarters of a mile, the biker slowed to about 100 mph and let the other cycle catch up. By then Loney had radioed ahead to another state trooper, who pulled the two over soon afterward.

The State Patrol officer arrested the faster rider, 20-year-old Stillwater resident Samuel Armstrong Tilley, for reckless driving, driving without a motorcycle license -and driving 140 miles per hour over the posted speed limit of 65 mph.

A search of speeding tickets written by state troopers, who patrol most of the state's highways, between 1990 and February 2004 shows the next fastest ticket was for 150 mph in 1994 in Lake of the Woods County.

Tilley did not return calls from the newspaper to his home Monday. A working number for him could not immediately be found by The Associated Press on Tuesday.

Only a handful of exotic sports cars can reach 200 mph, but many high-performance motorcycles can top 175 mph. With minor modifications, they can hit 200 mph. Tilley was riding a Honda 1000, Loney said.

Kathy Swanson of the state Office of Traffic Safety said unless Tilley was wearing the kind of protective gear professional motorcycle racers wear, he was courting death at 200 mph.

"I'm not entirely sure what would happen if you crashed at 200 miles per hour," Swanson said. "But it wouldn't be pretty, that's for sure."

Nice ad on Craig's List: http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/mcy/42871012.html

SHHHIIITTTTT!!!! I can't believe the f*cking Savages!!! Well I've got a guy looking at my CB tonight, but if he doesn't buy it, you are welcome to borrow it until it does sell or you get a new bike. Sonofab*tch!!! The brutes! They should all be summarily executed. I just bought a disc brake lock and I didn't go with the Kryptonite. Mine doesn't have the barrel type key, its more of a regular looking key, but I'm not sure if it is any better. I was watching Bennet's video this morning, before I knew about the theft or read the articles and thought it was a hoax or something! MotherF*CKER!!! That really sucks.

...that is some crazy shizza! In front of one's own home no less; definitely the work of a theft ring. Actually they could find it but let's hope they don't cause you won't want it back. So, perhaps the Biposto on Craig's List if it's still available...Agggghhhhhhh! I lock my beeeatch every night and the new locks are now like a regular key...the New York series is the only way to go around here...we even have them for our stupid beach cruisers and they weigh almost as much as the bike itself...The motorcycle chains now come with the NY and it's called the faggeddaboutit...

Those sons 'a bitches...I would LOVE to get a ahold of one; I'd literally wail on them until they were dead...and then beat them some more...just to make sure.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Well, it's the end of another Exit3dc epoch. Alas, the CBR has been stolen. I'm really depressed. I have full coverage, but I really loved that bike. That, and I the insurance company won't do anything for 30 days to give the cops time to recover it. Yeah, that'll happen.
It had a disc lock on it. A fucking Kryptonite EV disc lock, the one the NY Times printed an article showing everyone how to pick open with a bic pen. Bennet evidently sent out a link this morning. I guess the thieves saw it before I did. That, or they just popped it up on the rear wheel and rolled it into their truck-van-whatever.
Don't even try to talk to me right now...

An exciting morning on M street. The long arm of the law does not appreciate scooters careening down main streets during rush hour - I suppose.

Having a spirited ride into my place of work this morning, I used some *slightly aggressive* maneuvering through a blockade of traffic. An (unseen) unmarked car gave chase for some 5 or 6 blocks before accosting me while putting my helmet away in the alley! I'm thinking... What's going on back here? Somebody must be in trouble...

"Step away from the bike"! The officer was red-faced with rage. "Yes sir", "no sir", "ummm... I forgot my wallet at home sir". "ummm, I'm in the process of registering it". I thought I was cooked for sure.

After half an hour of standing around looking non-threatening, the officer came into my office to confirm my identity before letting me off with a "changing lanes without caution" $25 ticket - non-moving violation - a warning basically. phew! Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Guess I'll have to chill out a bit on the scoot. ;) Maybe get those performance fixin's on there so I'm not so concerned with *conserving momentum*.

*sigh*

Came across this while cleaning up my drive... too bad the VRod salvage didn't work out!

some prose I wrote upon returning from Burning Man- hope it gives some idea about what it is to be a burner...Burn brightly and burn however you damn well please. There are no plans at burning man, only options.

My favorite quote by my favorite Queen of the Breaks and amazing human being: Laura: "tonight's agenda: greet, eat, sleep, BREAKS!"

and now for something completely different:

the continum of energy consumed differently
despite it's universal availability
dust hovering permeating ubiquitously
visions caught between reality and imagination

the music always in rhythm with the heart
the day in tune with the soul
the night in symphony with the stars
the man watching us all

every turn a new experience
grounded by the temple
thoughts turn to the past
what happened to them all

some went happy
some melencholy
some ruled by pain and suffering
all granted forgiveness and comfort

new visions coupled with the familiar
for some only the next unseen event
none saw what they expected
futility was in the plan

shot violently from the dreamscape
into current reality
ripped from utopia
placed comfortably back in place

serenity, resigned but not complacent
apathy gone replaced by compassion
true hearts working with the unknowing
welcome home...counting the days

...oh geez! ...I've been back from Burning Man for several days and I'm just just beginning to feel back now. Burning Man was sick and seems to really have hit people upon returning...It was too vast to process out there when in and amongst it. I danced to sick beats pretty much the entire time and sustained two dancing related injuries including contusions and a strained achilles tendon...that's what happens when you dance for 10 hours straight for 5 days in a row.

So, I didn't flake on the 211 gig before Burning Man; I just had too much to do as it was the day before I left. Exit 3 represented well on the Playa in many different ways.

J. and I did a 211 ride yesterday and he TORE it up! I managed to rid bike of all but a few millimeters of chicken strip but those are the toughest parts to lose. Still, I had a great day and a really good breakthrough by watching J on the turns. I've now got it so going back down is a fun if not more so, than going up, which is huge as doing the downhill drop-ins used to terrify me. Acutally, the return trip on 66 was the only part that wigged me out a little. J and I took the whole day with no schedule and rode it so many times J actually asked if we could leave but hung on for one more since I was feeling it. J. is definitely teaching me a lot-in fact, anything I know or can do this far I owe to him.

We're all gonna post for the Black Keys show on the 6th which will be sick!

We need to keep doing 211 once a weekend until it gets too cold...there's still a ton of good weather left.

I sure wish B. would do some more riding and post some more to the Blog.

The Exit3DC 211 runs have been going on for quite some time now, but never has the day been captured on video to share with the world. Our standard 211 run consists of a ride west on I-66 where we hope on a few curvy roads (647? Help me out here CJ) to hook up with rt.211 which runs up and over Thortons Gap (Skyline drive). The eastern face is especially fun as it is *lower* speed and less inhabited by the local fuzz.

Far from an uneventful trip, this particular outing involved Father Kevin's maiden voyage aboard the Moto Guzzi Jackal, a flat tire, and rapid transit 2up.

Ride with us over Thorton's Gap and into the realm of two-wheeled foolishness.

See you on the road!
(27MB, so be patient you itchy BASTARD).

*No animals were harmed, molested or intoxicated in the making of this video.

Welcome back burners...


Crazy J articulates how long his appendage is...
Bicycle riding banana (right) listening attentively to J's every word...

To those of us who didn't make it to the burn...
we may never know the true significance of
bicycle banana man. Unless, of course, we go next year...