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tried to shoot it from the good side, but it doesn’t have one ”It’s the best bike in the world,” my Eaglerider rep told me. “So that’s nice.” My exaggerated sense of middle-class politeness prevented me from replying with, “Well, it might be the best bike in the world; that’s up for debate. What is not up for debate is what the R1300GS is not, namely: the…

Good afternoon friends. Plenty of topics, let’s get right to it. It’s easy to be annoyed with the current Formula 1 machinery, a point ably underlined by Sebastian Vettel’s nostalgic run at Monza in Michael Schumacher’s F2002. He turned a 1:33.9 after starting with a series of donuts.

Welcome back, friends. Your humble author did not deliver the second half of the weekend OT due to travel difficulties. Please enjoy this makeup post and remember: no motorsports spoilers until tomorrow. Thank you! And now, a brief commercial message:

Splitting this weekend into the tough stuff and the easy stuff, with the former before the latter. Please feel encouraged to skip this one if you don’t want to think about the death of children and/or a system that encourages it. Also, I’m riding an R1300GS this weekend. If you have questions about it, put them below and I’ll answer them specifically in…

This past Sunday, the 23rd, your author attended this excellent show in Kane County once again. And as always, this show never disappoints. To make it even better, this year my friend Jayson Coombes flew up from Texas to check out the show as well.

As award-winning British actor (and fellow Richard Anderson client!) Jude Law says near the end of “Closer”… “This will hurt.” For once, however, it’s also going to hurt me as much as it hurts anyone else. After all, your humble author has made an absolutely unjustifiable amount of money, and has had more than an unjustifiable amount of fun, cataloging the failures of my so-called peers in the auto business.

Good morning, friends. In 1984, BMW brought us the 325e as an alternative to the unforgivably poky E30-generation 318i. My father had two of them, a black two-door manual and a blue four-door manual. By modern standards, it was not a thrilling drive: 127 horsepower and a diesel-engine redline at 4,800rpm.

Good morning, friends. I apologize for running late on this; I was just being lazy at the end of my race weekend. Won’t happen again (soon, anyway). This week I’ll be bringing you fiction from April (yay!), a new character in the Cat Tales Cinematic Universe (hmm) and a detailed examination of High Accuracy Quartz watches (boo!)

i told ai to make him fatter and it said no, there wasn’t enough “compute” in the “stack” Good afternoon, friends. I want to start by thanking the readers who alerted me to the new play by Jonny Lieberman’s wife, which, according to Lieberman, is based on when “12 years ago our neighbor walked into our home, stuck a pistol in my wife’s face, and pulled the trigger. It jammed.” I have never believed a story less than this one, by the way; it was probably a threesome gone wrong.

Not to get all philosophical in an article that will mostly be about Playskool plastic ashtrays, Toyota-Camry-level performance, and online auction pimps, but: The story of humanity is largely a story about people learning the wrong lessons from something they’ve just witnessed. Example: There was an absolute explosion in the electric-guitar market from 1958 to 1965. No one has all the numbers, but total sales in 1965 are generally thought to be between five and ten times what they were in 1958.