Rooth, Groff and Mr Smith: In and Out of Luck
By the time I'd closed the panniers and strapped the work bag on the back seat, the lightning had rolled over the motel and the rain had stopped. "Beauty," I...
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...
Groff, Rooth and Mr Smith
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,...
Road Dills
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...
1972-1992 Harley-Davidson Sportster
Back in the early Fifties, Harley Davidson was in a quandary. Which is very much like a quarry since they both involve being stuck down a hole. The Pommies, whose...
Mr Smith: Only the Lonely
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...
Mr Smith: Reality Bites
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...
Mr Smith: The Education of Young Smith
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...
Mr Smith: Maintenance? It’s a Cinch
There’s no doubt about it. I’m a typical tradesman. Well, it’s not that I’m a real tradesman. I left the Fixing Things business shortly before The Powers That Be declared...
Mr Smith: Hold the Phone
With care born of years of painful experience I raised the eyelid covering my left eye, at the same time making a concerted effort to restrain the eyeball located therein...
Peter Smith
Peter Smith wrote tests, features, fiction and, most notably, the Mr Smith column for Two Wheels from 1985 until his death in 2009, aged 57. His early columns, from 1985-1988,...
Tour de Smith
Being as I spend most of my time on, under, dismantling, dreaming about, scheming about, lying about, lying next to, sliding next to, sweating over and swearing at motorcycles of...
Mr Smith: Just a White Boy Lost in the Blues
As some of you may know, I’m a fan (which is, incidentally, an abbreviation of “fanatic,” which the Oxford tells me means "filled with excessive and mistaken enthusiasm." I'm not...