MOTORCYCLISTS HAVE CHANGED.
I Motociclisti sono cambiati; Biker haben sich verändert; Les Motards ont changé; Los Motores han cambiado!

The motto for this years EICMA International Motorcycle Show is pretty simple, it seems. But what does it really mean?
This is amazing.
A Fiat 500 gets stuck in a tiny alleyway in Italy… the cars are honking wildly, a crowd gathers… and then the motorcyclists come.
Sometimes the Italians really know what’s up. Like the fact that having a motorcycle parked in your living room is not only totally normal, but classy as f**k.
Photo from Tod’s Italian Portraits book (more info on eternal-optimist.com).
Aurora Moto on Luis Moto’s new Ducati 750 Sport custom. (And yes, she rides.)
Remember the Luis Moto (website) custom Monster and motolady (you might remember Donkeys in the photo) back in April?
I did some hunting and found out this bike was built by Luis for his girlfriend, Aurora. Stay tuned for some exclusive photos and a short interview with the awesome couple, comin’ soon!
Another photo I wanted to wait to post of the Moto Guzzi V7 and motolady.
Stelvio Pass, Italy. It suddenly makes so much sense why so many amazing auto’s and moto’s are made there- Ducati, MV Agusta, Aprilia, MotoGuzzi, Bimota… Maserati, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Alfa Romeo, etcetc.
A bike that suits my tastes very nicely… the 250cc 1965 Parilla Wildcat Scrambler.
This 1965 Parilla Wildcat was made specifically for the US off-road market, when Parilla was one of several small Italian motorcycle manufacturers that thrived producing small-displacement motorcycles. This one is in survivor condition, and a scrambler model not often seen any more. (From Throttle Yard)
Tables made of retired motorcycle parts! Seriously amazing designs by AJ Ralston, Ducati Master Tech at MotoCorsa… Tavolo Due, the one with all the connecting rods in a circle up top… oh man. I needs it. (More photos and info on motocorsa.com.)
The vehicle is constructed of inedible parts. Do not bite, suck, chew or swallow any part of the vehicle for any reason whatever.
Italian motorcycles? We get them, don’t we? They chatter at idle, rev to the moon, weigh nothing, cost mega-lira and are ridden by skinny leather-clad knee-grinding monkeys with a death wish.