Rooth, Groff and Mr Smith: Dead Reckoning
"That twitching red mess in the ditch could have been me." In this ride to the dark side, Two Wheels magazine's three legendary columnists look death in the eye, and...
"That twitching red mess in the ditch could have been me." In this ride to the dark side, Two Wheels magazine's three legendary columnists look death in the eye, and...
"STONE", Australia's first feature film on motorcycling, is due for national release this month. It offers two hours of colour action featuring the Grave Diggers, an outlaw group of Super4...
“A Triumph 650 Bonneville was my second bike. My first – and it doesn't delight me to tell you this – was a Honda 250. When I bought the Bonneville,...
The beating heart of any great magazine is its columnists, and for more that 20 years Two Wheels readers were treated, every issue, to three of the best: Grant Roff,...
Strutharama, class, I love riding motorbicycles. But every now and then I wonder about life as we almost know we imagine it on this azure orb which hangs in space...
Hello campers. I’ve been reading several past columns of mine and l must admit I laughed a hearty laugh. They're good ... and if they're not good at least they're...
Back in the dim, distant years of my youth I immersed myself in the written word. This was due to the fact that my now unfortunately deceased uncle possessed a...
Those of you fortunate enough to have been through the Socialist education system far enough to have gained some literacy will remember that many moons have passed since I turned...
So what do you reckon, class? Is life like, as Kurt Vonnegut suggests in Slaughterhouse Five, the flickering light of a projector that appears randomly behind the cinefilm-framed images of...
The clutch felt soggy all the way and there wasn't any play. I could feel the motor revving, surging as it slipped free. Bloody hell, twice in one week. I...
A recent survey in the United Kingdom has totally altered every belief I held on motorbicycles and speed. For many years, more than I care to remember, I have believed...
The full-bodied bark of a Conti-ed Ducati Super Sport charging hard along the tight mountain road echoes through the valley from three, four miles away and hits me deep inside....
In the first instalment of Wringing Bells, we left Lester Morris and his mate Fred dicing like demons between Lithgow and Bathurst. In the concluding part of this tale from...
The talk is there, the message is clear: let's make a show of reducing the fuel consumption by lowering the speed limit throughout Aussie-land even more, to around 90 km/h....
Oh how distant seems the day when I first became absorbed by the mystique of our mutually beloved form of transport, the sublime Motorbicycle. How many are the years which...
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