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Lokken Beach Race

This past May, we sprinted from Oslo, Norway to Northern Jutland. Located in Denmark, Lokken beach is perfect for kicking up sand and racing on the long, flat beaches. Nine happy souls found their way to the city campground where two large cabins gave shelter and accommodation. 

The weekend was set aside for comradely and fierce competition over the Danish dunes and beaches with one goal in mind; to have fun together. And fun it was…both with and without bikes! 

On Saturday morning, a 250 meter drag strip was measured out. Two flags marked the start and two flags marked the finish. Schedules were prepared and rules determined jointly. Two bikes were to run against each other under very simple rules... whoever comes first, wins! 

The beach circuit was inspected and bumps and endless sand dunes reviewed. Figure 8s with drifting and resulting in varying success tested the grip, stability and especially nerves as we prepared for the competition. After numerous runs, there were two worthy finalists, Magnus and John. The final consisted of three runs and John was named victor after winning the majority. 

Beach racing is a blast and a challenge.  As careful and cautious as we were, of course there were minor repairs. Glenn had to make new clip-ons and received the MacGyver award for his approach at Saturday's awards ceremony. Nicki taped a leaking oil tank with duct tape- a repair that still holds to this day. Goja decided to take it easy that weekend and blew through three of his four cylinders. He still maintains that he would have won that run if it wasn't for that mishap.   

We will be back next year - with tools, duct tape and beer!! Enjoy the photos.


Story by Jon Remme and Photography by Nicki Twang

Oslo, Norway


Two in the Bush

I met Burns and his lady, Julie in the AMA Pro Road Racing pits at the infamous Daytona 200. A couple races later, we exchanged homemade maple syrup for Cafe Racer XXX coffee beans and became instant friends. Burns mentioned this crazy fun Canadian event entitled 'Two in the Bush' and of course, we wanted to be part of it! We sent a shit load of our 865cc coffee blend up to Canada to fuel the ride. Reviewing the photos, you can really enjoy the spirit of the event, mix of individuals and bikes of all types. Great stuff! Get there next year! A special thank you to @szetoszeto for the photography. Here is a little recap from a member of the crew, Brian Watson...     

‘Two in the Bush’ is a weekend event that came to fruition through the efforts of myself, and a couple of my close buddies. Last year the run was our first attempt to bring together as many like-minded people we could in the middle of the bush to ride, enjoy a few beers and share stories the old fashion way. We chose a place that had little to no reception, thus making sure our Instagram accounts could wait 'til the weekend was over so we could enjoy some quality human interaction. 'Two in the Bush' brought together individuals that would never otherwise have met.


Our event is open to public and is pretty informal. The basic format is that people from all over ride into the campground on the Saturday. We spend the first night eating BBQ and having a few "pops" and hopefully make some introductions for the newbies. Then Sunday we lead a full day ride through Algonquin Park, which has some of the most beautiful roads in eastern Canada. That night we get back to business with campfires, brews and good times. Then, Monday, we break up and go home having made countless new friends. It’s amazing how many great people I have met through these types of events, and that’s why we do this thing.

This year we had quality humans from all over Ontario, Quebec and New York state. We doubled in numbers to about 60 people, but thankfully we were ready for it. Not having a ton of experience in events, and not making people RSVP makes it difficult to plan when you are setting up a meal plan and bringing all the booze. Through about 150,832 text messages, some arm wrestling and a meeting with a psychic we came up with what we felt was going to be just the right amount of supplies. Let me tell you, that psychic was worth every penny. We plowed through all the beer, coffee and food without anyone leaving thirsty or hungry. Truthfully, I was awestruck at the stoked people are to hang with total strangers in the middle of nowhere.

We were fortunate enough to have sponsors like Pabst Blue Ribbon, Helmutts, Show Class, Lowbrow Customs, Loser Machine, Café Racer XXX, Dapper Beard Oil, Hard Luck Leather goods, Maru, Skoser, Soul Seekers, Jason Parker Race Cars, Throttle FMC, Gigacycle Garage, Electric Sunglasses, and Herding Cats that sent us some gear to raffle off. Everyone was stoked to leave with something, but at the end of the day, the memories combined with the excitement for next year trumps all. Thanks to everyone for your support and we will see you all next year!

Brian, Jeff, Shaz and the whole supper crew! 


Our pick for the British Custom’s Iron Moto Challenge!

The architects of Mods vs. Rockers Chicago made the bold move of creating an all new event for 2014 called Motoblot Chicago. The team from Northern Ohio Ducati and Triumph was one of 3 dealers that participated in the British Custom’s Iron Moto Challenge

The goal was to build the ultimate Triumph custom. Using British Custom parts and the creative synergy of the entire Northern Ohio Ducati and Triumph team, they built a badass Thruxton and won the Cafe Racer XXX vote!!  Check her out!

Here are more details on the build...

Technical Specifications:
2014 Triumph Thruxton
Hand laid vintage 24K gold leaf and pin striping
Full Frame Off paint job (metallic graphite gray)
Iridescent Red Paint (Tank/Fender/Side Covers)
Triumph “Carb” Tops
Custom 18” Buchanan Excel Rims with painted black hoops and hubs
EBC Gold Wave Front Rotor
Braking Rear Wave Rotor
BC Rear Sprocket
BC Chain Guard
BC Sprocket Guard
OHLINS piggyback rear shocks with black springs
Custom Front Fender Mount
Firestone Coker Tires front and rear
BC Café Seat custom reupholstered quilted with gold stiching
Blacked out handlebar
Black gas cap
Black and Gold EK Chain
Speed Merchant black and silver case cover
Custom drilled and painted side covers
Fork Gaiters
100 CC Over bored motor with high compression pistons, hotter cam set, bigger 
intake manifolds and larger injectors
Modified BC shorty predators with ceramic black and brushed tips
Brushed exhaust mounts
Brushed clutch cable cover
Additional BC “Bolt-on’s Include:
License Plate Eliminator
Triumph Bar end mirrors
BC Bar End mirror adaptors
Rectifier relocation bracket 
Clutch Arm Cover (modified)
Passenger Peg Block offs/mounts
1” Handlebar clamps
Seat Screws
Café Racer Seat with Twilight (modified)
Turn signal relocation brackets
Turn signal harnesses
Headlight Ears
Flat Gauge Mount with ignition
Fork Brace with Holes
Billet Master Cylinder Cover
Clutch Cable bracket
Retro Turn Signals

"I think it is safe to say we gave Motoblot and the judges the respect that this great event deserved", said Dave Cooper. "I'd also like to add that we build bikes that are designed and engineered to be daily riders or part of a clients collection of rides. No matter the cost of the build (we have done $50K plus projects) or how small, we really focus on building something the owner can throw a leg over and take it out for the day/night with no mechanical issues, etc. We also do full restorations, etc. however the focus is working with each customer to build a bike that will be both rideable and will always stand out in a crowd! Let this stand as an example!" Visit us at Northern Ohio Ducati and Triumph

Photography by Alexander Hawn

Aileen | The Moto Quest - Riding through the Clouds

I crossed Bali from West to East and picked up my friend Shae on the way in Ubud.  She was in Bali for a visit and excited to join me for a little adventure on two wheels. It was my official “Second Test Ride” and I was planning to visit Amed, a gorgeous fishing town on Bali’s Northeast coast. I didn’t expect it would get as adventurous as it did. 

The first bit of the ride from central Bali to the East Coast wasn’t much fun, as there was a lot of traffic and not much to see, but I got excited when I spotted the peak of Mount Agung, Bali’s highest mountain (3142 meters). Mount Agung is an active volcano with a huge spiritual significance for the island’s Hindus. Balinese legend has it that Agung was created when the Hindu God Pasupati split Mount Meru (the spiritual axis of the universe) and formed Mount Agung with a fragment. Bali is an island of temples. The Department of Religion has cataloged at least eleven thousand temples - small and large, local and regional. In every temple a shrine is dedicated to Agung. The Balinese recognize these geophysical facts of life, and the island’s many volcanoes, lakes and springs are considered by them to be sacred.

As we got closer to the foot of the mountain, the landscape changed and the roads began to wind… a dream of every biker, but at this stage a big challenge for me as I was still very unfamiliar with the bike and had to get used to it’s handling. The road got steeper and as we climbed with our small bikes through the rainforest like landscape, I found it hard to keep my eyes on the road, as the views were so spectacular. If we had stopped as often as I would have liked too, we wouldn’t have reached the coast before sunset. The one thing I always will remember Bali for is the lushest green landscape my eyes have ever seen. Leafy forests and rich rice fields as far as the land reaches to the ocean.  

As we came closer to the ocean and the sun was slowly setting, we rode past an outstanding water palace, where ponds reflected the low evening sun and created a breathtaking picture. It was too late in the day for us to stop and explore that magnificent place, as we had to find accommodation before it was dark. We decided to come back in the morning and instead ended up taking a dip in the ocean during sunset. Floating in the warm water was incredibly relaxing for the tired limbs that have spent all day in the saddle. Due to the fact that I am still pretty tense while riding and not yet as comfortable with me new bike, it literally felt like washing the stiffness of the road off. I stayed in the water until the full moon rose and slept like a baby that night.  

I started the new day with some Yoga moves and mediation by the beach and kicked my friend out of bed after that because the Water Palace was waiting!

Taman Ujung has a combination of Balinese and European architecture throughout three large ponds connected by long elegant bridges and pathways. Its foundations were first laid out in 1919, under the rule of ‘Agung Anglurah Ketut Karangasem’. The complex underwent a series of expansions and pool additions around a single existing pool which served not as a royal bathing place, but instead a site for punishment of accused proponents of black magic or Balinese witchcraft known as ‘pangiwa’ and ‘leyaks’. The site suffered near devastation by showers of hot ash following the eruption of nearby Mount Agung in 1963, and also weathered an earthquake in 1979. Restoration efforts throughout the decades made way to its current splendor that truly is as heavenly as it’s name “Water Place” promises. Imagine yourself wandering through a calming and elegant garden, surrounded by mirroring ponds where the smooth and relaxing sound of falling water drops truly pleases your soul like one of a king.

The peaceful silence came to an end when we started the engines of our bikes to follow the narrow coastal road towards Amed, which I experienced as the most beautiful one I had ridden. Breathtaking ocean views, small and remote villages that appear almost as if the tourism hasn’t found them yet, colourful fisher boats in tiny little bays on the bottom of the majestic cliffs of Mt Agung. With every road bend a new scene opened my heart and extended my soul. While throttling along I was thinking, how much better it could still get on my adventure and that all this was just the beginning. It was hurtful knowing that these were memories that I couldn’t capture for you, as I don’t have an action cam to film while riding. The streets were so small and steep, that it was hard to stop for photos, so it happened that I stayed just with myself in the present moment and gave myself permission to enjoy this ride without capturing it with anything else but my heart. Talking of the heart, it was touched when some local boys at the side of the road gave me high five while riding past. This was one of my best moto moments and put the biggest smile on my face. 

Past Amed we followed the road up north, which was a straight road in great condition; perfect for me to open the throttle a little and test ride my baby above the average speed of 30-40 km/h here in Bali. Instead of continuing to the most northern point of Bali, Kubutambahan, and to take the main road back down south from there, we ended up cutting through the mountains from Tedjakula… with the increase of meters above sea level, my heart rate increased too!! And our body temperature sank. That’s where our little trip turned into an adventure. The roads where narrow, steep and wet, the serpentines tight… and so it happened that one car came around one corner very fast, taking over the whole road and almost wiped me off my bike. Both of us came to a stop; but being absolutely inexperienced in these kind of riding conditions. I lost control of my bike and dropped it. Without any help, I probably wouldn’t have been able to pick it back up on such a steep road as well as getting myself back in the saddle without the motorcycle rolling down reverse… I was a little bit shaky but jumped right back on it until we found a better spot for a little break. The group of about 10 kids that gathered around our bikes as well as examinated shyly the two “Bules” (Indonesian to describe foreigners) riding through their village, put a big smile back on my face and almost made me forget the little incident form a few minutes ago. 

With every kilometer it got colder and foggier and all of a sudden we found ourselves in the middle of the clouds,a condition that didn’t allow you to see further than maybe five meters. It was mystically beautiful but didn’t make the ride any easier. Our tummies started growling but we decided to ignore them until we got out of the mountain, as it already started to get darker. This highland area is known as Kintamani*, with villages sitting on the rim of the huge Batur caldera about 1,500m above sea level. This area offers dramatic views of the active volcano Mount Batur and serene Lake Batur. Only we couldn’t see any of that! Ah well, I still loved it! It was challenging, yes, and I was glad I wasn’t alone, but this ride had been the first real taste of adventure and it made feel me so incredibly alive. Sensing my body aching and freezing, my muscles getting tired and experiencing a bit of fear trembling through my veins was something that I hadn’t felt for a while and made everything else in my life disappear in that very moment. I felt present and fulfilled; a little bit proud, too.

In a very low speed we made our way through the clouds, keeping the mind sharp to react quickly to the bad road conditions and things showing suddenly through the thick fog. Of course we totally got lost, as there was no chance to really see where we were going. We didn’t make it back to Ubud until late at night but filled our bellies at a traditional Indonesian night market before we sank into bed extremely exhausted, but with sooo many new and amazing, ever- lasting memories and more riding experience. I decided to stay for the night before I continued my ride next morning back to my recent home base Canggu; knowing I will be given sh*t by the boys from Verve Moto for the bend handlebars and broken brake leaver…