Friday Fudge

Welcome to Friday Fudge. If it’s weird, funny, or strange motorcycle news, or it just plain won’t fit anywhere else on the site – you’ll find it here.


Mad Max 4?

While the 1979 release Mad Max and its 1982 follow-up The Road Warrior are primarily known as post-apocalyptic films, they featured quite a bit of motorcycle action, especially in the first film. Sure, there were heavily armoured dune buggies and muscle cars, but almost every scene had a biker in it. Just like this commercial from Hyundai.

Actually, there is apparently a fourth Mad Max movie in the works, starring Tom Hardy as the hard-bitten king of the highways. We just hope it contains the same mad motorcycle action as seen in the earlier films, where real-life Australian bikies served stuntman duty and actually rode KZ1000s off bridges, all to make a quick buck. If you’ve never seen the films, check out the first two in the series, then read about how they pieced the stunts together. It’s a wonder nobody was killed on set.


Illegal procedure

We're not sure if the sign is supposed to make you slow down, or speed up?
We’re not sure if the sign is supposed to make you slow down, or speed up?

Who would you consider a legal expert? You could put judges on that list, along with career criminals and lawyers. But, you could be wrong about that last one.

A county deputy attorney in Wyoming showed his insufficient grasp of the law recently when he bought a Harley-Davidson Ultra Classic from an Idaho dealer.

Not wanting to pay the taxes, he claimed he’d only paid $800 for the $14,000 motorcycle. Then, when he went to renew the registration for some other motorcycles, he tried to pull a similar stunt, undervaluing the machines so he wouldn’t have to pay The Man.

Unfortunately for him, other legal authorities proved a little more astute.

The crooked lawyer (maybe that should read “extra-crooked”, to avoid redundancy*) ended up disbarred for his actions, as well as serving some bogus probationary sentence. At least, now that he’s unemployed, he’ll have more time to ride his motorcycle.

* with apologies to Mr. McGarvey.

Story source: Cyril Huze


More videos …

Here’s a couple of video clips we found on Hell for Leather this week. Apparently, real men get away from work by going on off-road motorcycle expeditions in matching gear, complete with classy catering, to “reclaim their masculinity.” They even spend hours in the bush without cell phones! Watch this clip and wonder at their blend of ascetisim and derring-do.

If you’re not into conquering the world with complimentary hors d’oeuvre, maybe you should check out the moped lifestyle instead?


A record-setting pace

Someday, the Indian army is promising its men it will buy motorcycles for everyone. Photo: nimg.sulekha.com
Someday, the Indian army is promising its men it will buy motorcycles for everyone. Photo: nimg.sulekha.com

Most of us would be happy to set one world record, but not the Indian military motorcycle stunt team – they set three world records this week (maybe a new record in itself?).

First up, one Capt. Abhayjit Mehlawat challenged a record for hands-free riding. Easy, right? Except the soldier did it on a zig-zag track, for 16 kilometres. The previous record, set by a Chinese man, was for only five kilometres. We bet he’s feeling really inadequate right now.

Second, the team set a speed record. No, they didn’t strap themselves into a rocket-powered bike and blast down a salt flat – instead, they balanced 10 riders on two motorcycles and rode a kilometre … in 54 seconds. The previous record holders, a British army stunt team, had taken eight men on two bikes for a kilometre in a one minute, 38 seconds. Maybe all those fish and chips weighed them down.

Lastly, the team broke one of their existing records. Previously, they’d moved 28 men a kilometre on three bikes in 66 seconds. That wasn’t enough, though – they knew they could do better, and they did.

The stunt team moved 30 riders on three bikes this time, doing the kilometre in 60 seconds. Of course, that’s probably insufficient to keep them happy – they’ll likely try to go further and faster next year.  Unless, of course, the Indian army breaks down and buys enough motorcycles to go around.

Story source: Yahoo


Lucky duck

Some people are just born lucky – like this Chinese rider, who narrowly avoided being squashed.

10 thoughts on “Friday Fudge”

  1. Ah-hahahahaha! That Wilderness Collective thing was ‘effing hilarious!
    What a bunch of poofs! Even the narrator sounded like a bartender from
    a gay bar!

    Adventure? I used to commute on worse roads around Caesarea. Hell,
    riding the old RZ to the Port Perry Elsie was a bigger adventure.

    “Band of brothers”? I doubt any of those Nancys have even read ol’
    Billy Shakespeare. Gin and tonic !? Gin and tonic !?!?!?

    Twenty-five years ago I left Toronto for a long weekend Formula One
    tour of Montreal. It was over $2000 for a weekend, and was more
    rustic than that!

    The Chinese video looks a hell of a lot more adventurous. 😉

      1. Yeah. I read Blackie’s comment. I decided to actually watch it after that (your comments put me off the vid; you made it seem exactly what it was). For once, I agreed with Blackie. But, if it was a parody, it lacked the one thing all parodies have; the closing zinger. Watch the Budweiser/Elmer’s Glue SuperBowl ad parody on Conan from Feb 4.

        That is how a parody is done. I was of the belief, by the end, that this was a marketing effort aimed at California bank middle-managers.

      2. What’s he that wishes so?
        My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
        If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
        To do our country loss; and if to live,
        The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
        God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
        By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
        Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
        It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
        Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
        But if it be a sin to covet honour,
        I am the most offending soul alive.
        No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
        God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
        As one man more methinks would share from me
        For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
        Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
        That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
        Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
        And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
        We would not die in that man’s company
        That fears his fellowship to die with us.
        This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
        He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
        Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
        And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
        He that shall live this day, and see old age,
        Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
        And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
        Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
        And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
        Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
        But he’ll remember, with advantages,
        What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
        Familiar in his mouth as household words-
        Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
        Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
        Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
        This story shall the good man teach his son;
        And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
        From this day to the ending of the world,
        But we in it shall be remembered-
        We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
        For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
        Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
        This day shall gentle his condition;
        And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
        Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
        And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
        That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

        1. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
          ‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
          if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
          If all men count with you, but none too much;
          If you can fill the unforgiving minute
          With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
          Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
          And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

  2. Regarding the Wilderness Collective video…

    That was a Saturday Night Live skit, right? I mean, it had to be a satire. All the self-serving “we are real men” statements were gut-churning. I was surprised I didn’t see personal barbers shaving these guys with a straight razor in the morning. With all due respect, what a bunch of homos.

  3. There sounded like there was a Newfoundlander in that WC video. At 3:20-3:21 it sounds like a Newfoundlander saying “Cheers By’s” in the background. As a Newfoundlander, when I go camping I don’t bring a caterer.

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