There are motorcycles that become important because everybody loves them immediately. The Kawasaki Z1-R is more interesting than that. When it arrived in 1978, it was sharp, angular and completely unlike the flowing Z bikes Kawasaki had built before it. It looked futuristic. It looked aggressive. And, according to one account from inside Kawasaki, some people thought it looked like a coffin. That reaction says more about how radical the design was than whether it was beautifu

The story of our 1977 CB750F really starts eight years earlier. In 1969, the world's big-motorcycle establishment still belonged largely to Europe. Triumph. BSA. Norton. BMW. Honda was already an enormous motorcycle manufacturer, but that reputation had been built mostly on smaller machines. The big road bike was still someone else's territory. Honda decided to change that. The brief coming back from America was ambitious. A 750cc motorcycle. Four cylinders. Four carburettors

There are motorcycles that are remembered because they were beautiful. Others because they were rare. And then there are motorcycles that changed what everyone expected a fast bike to be. The early Suzuki GSX-R belongs in that last group. When Suzuki released the GSX-R750 in 1985, the idea was pretty simple: take what they had learned from endurance racing and put as much of it as possible into a motorcycle people could actually buy. Light weight. An aluminium frame. Full rac

There’s something about vinyl that asks a little more from you. And maybe that’s exactly why it still matters.

The old-school motorcycle jacket is one of those rare pieces of clothing that started with a practical job to do and somehow became something much bigger

Before fitness trackers, recovery scores and twelve-week transformation programs, there was iron. A heavy bag. A skipping rope. A road to run. And the understanding that if you wanted something from your body, you had to earn it. The old-school heroes weren’t all built the same. Arnold Schwarzenegger looked like he could move a house. Sylvester Stallone looked like he could go ten rounds and then run home. Hulk Hogan looked larger than life. Jean-Claude Van Damme could move w

Men aren’t always very good at making time for themselves. There is always something happening. Work. Family. A job that needs finishing. Someone to call. Something to organise. And before you know it, another month has gone by. That is probably why I have started to appreciate the barber chair for what it really is. Not just a haircut. A small ritual. Once a month, you sit down, stop moving, and let someone else do the work. Eye-level view of a vintage barber chair in a clas