One Man’s Imperfect Quest To Build Sportbikes In America

Anytime anyone rags on one of Erik Buell’s motorcycles, I have to fight an overwhelming urge to pick them up and shake them. “Don’t you understand his story?!” I shout in my head. Not enough people do, so let’s fix that once and for all. It’ll make you appreciate the quirky, flawed genius of his motorcycles.

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This Topgun Instructor Watched The F-14 Go From Tomcat To 'Bombcat'

We’re blasting along through the bumpy mid-day air at a brisk 480 knots, 500 feet above the desert. The ride is rough, and the purposeful rumble of our engines reminds me that it takes a lot of power to push this machine through the dense air at 800 feet per second. Fortunately, we have a lot of power. To my left at…