I don’t know what I feared more: that it would be too hard and I would fuck up, or that I would be too easy and I’d never want to stop. Unfortunately, for my safety and well-being, it was the latter.
Roger Corman’s 1966 classic Wild Angels defined the formula for a new genre called the “Biker Flick”, and it opened the floodgates for a deluge of good, bad and downright cringeworthy films that capitalized on the public’s fear of outlaw motorcyclists.
Motorcycles are one of the best things to ever happen to me. They’ve brought more fun, passion, people, interest, experiences, and growth into my life than a lot of things, and I bet many of you would say the same. But they’re worth different amounts to different people—and it’s time to stop letting that divide us.
It was already an uncomfortable feeling, standing next to a custom motorcycle in the middle of a restaurant I didn’t know the name of, in a country I’d never been to, talking with a man I couldn’t understand. And then he fired the damn thing up.
Last month, Jalopnik managing editor Patrick George announced that Jalopnik had finally come to its senses, acknowledging motorcycles are awesome, and that Lanesplitter is going to try to be the motorcycle site the world needs. This month, some idiot convinced them that in order to achieve this goal they needed to…