Anyway, here a few pics to give you a flavour, mostly Italian stuff and other bikes too.
As you may remember, our journalist colleague, and all-round nice bloke Kevin Ash was tragically killed last year on a BMW launch doing the work he did so well, and left behind his wife Caroline and three daughters.
The Telegraph newspaper, for whom he worked for 15 years and for whom he was reporting when I met him on several new bike launches, set up the Kevin Ash Fund – a fund in memory of their motorcycling correspondent of 15 years. Proceeds will assist with the continuing education of his daughters. Caroline has started to sell various bits of kit that Kevin owned to help wit the fund, including a BMW K1100 that he used and wrote about. You can bid for it on Ebay HERE
So people, bid high and bid often – check the other listings for jackets and spares.
The Filo Rosso, or the Red Line, is the symbolic thread that has always run through Magni’s work, starting with his learning from Piero Remor in the early 1950s, to being the all-round inspiration behind MV Agusta’s multiple world championships, and then going on with son Giovanni to create hand-built machines with individuality, handling prowess and charisma.
This one is no different. Ok, so it looks like an MV race bike you may say. Yes, but that’s not a bad thing, is it? And this one is powered by the MV Agusta Brutale’s rev-happy 798cc triple cylinder motor that needs a 13.000rpm red line.
Not often we want to just jump on a bike we’ve been sent pics of and just ride the bollocks off it, but this is one of those occasions. Bravo, Magni!
In Issue 6 of the mag, we published a great article that was contributed by Dave our mate from Australia all about his Ducati Cucciolos. Dave has since sent us a video clip that gives the impression of what it’s like to ride one of these machines at speed – and it’s a bit scary. Ignore the sketchy soundtrack and imagine what it’s like to sit on an old pushbike, with pushbike brakes and tyres, and a small Italian motor lashed onto the frame tube, and go as fast as you can. In fact, we reckon the wind noise is covering up Dave’s screams of terror as he bowls along at an impressive turn of speed considering he’s a big Aussie bloke!
The full article on Dave’s passion for the Ducati Cucciolo and in particular its fascinating place as a sales success in Australia is in Issue Six. Not got a copy? Buy it here: http://italianmotor.bigcartel.com/category/magazines
What an idea! Buy up a historic but mothballed RAF base, then turn it into a motoring heritage destination for cars, bikes and planes – brilliant! We’re lucky that ITALIAN MOTOR H.Q. seems to be close to so many fascinating and excellent places and events of petrolhead pleasure, and today was great – old planes mixing it with Ford Capris, Yank cars, old bikes, historic and important Bentleys, Porsches, and Jags, old blokes dressed as Home Guard, steam engines, old biplanes, engines, bacon rolls, and other very pleasurable stuff. The RAF architecture is fascinating and the before and after restorations of the countless sheds, hangars and engine fitting rooms are incredible and beautiful. Even the toilet blocks are retro! The owners should be congratulated on their vision, and it’s easy to see that it’ll become a premier motoring destination in the UK.
Every year for the last five years I have done my day job and turned up to cover the Kop Hill Climb, which is a fantastic event, and very local to me. Like a small, friendly and less manic Goodwood Revival, it surprises every year with the wonderful mix of bikes, cars and machinery that turns up, either to run up the the hill, or display in the paddock (or both..). Here’s a small selection of some of my shots to give you a flavour. All photography © ITALIAN MOTOR magazine. More on Kop Hill here.
I purchased my V7Classic from Rose Farm Classics on August 8 of this year. About 8th I passed through my first 2500 miles as the weather in Chicago begins to close out the 2009 Riding Season. I think I could have cranked another 1000 miles out of the bike this year, but family and work prevented my riding on the Labor Day weekend and all day last week. We can probably blame precipitation for a few more lost days. That’s the way it is, balancing good riding days with happily accepted family responsibilities and work.