F1 News - Esteban Ocon to replace Nico Hulkenberg at Renault for 2020 F1 season
https://ift.tt/2ZoSWEx Esteban Ocon will join Renault for 2020, returning to the sport after a year on the sidelines. The Frenchman was left out on a limb after Force India went into administration and were taken over by Canadian billionaire Lance Stroll. Ocon spent a year as Mercedes reserve driver but has now joined Renault on a "multi-year-contract". He will partner Australian Daniel Ricciardo and replace German Nico Hulkenberg, who is now without a seat. More to follow. #F1 via BBC Sport - Formula 1 https://ift.tt/OHg7x6 August 29, 2019 at 07:27AM
F1 News - Bottas keeps Mercedes drive for 2020 as Ocon goes to Renault
https://ift.tt/2MKsfUj Valtteri Bottas will remain at world champions Mercedes for the 2020 Formula 1 season. Mercedes exercised an option to extend his contract after team boss Toto Wolff decided to retain the Finn rather than promote reserve driver Esteban Ocon. Ocon is expected to join Renault for 2020 after a year on the sidelines. Wolff had been concerned that Bottas' form had slipped after a strong start to the season but preferred stability over the uncertainty of taking Ocon. "For 2019, we set Valtteri the challenge of coming back even stronger than we saw him in the first part of 2018 - and he has achieved that, with some really impressive performances in the early races this year," said Wolff. Bottas, who joined Mercedes in 2017, is second in the championship, 62 points behind team-mate Lewis Hamilton. He is level with the Briton on four pole positions going into the Belgian Grand Prix this weekend but has won only two races compared with Hamilton's eight. "I am very happy and proud to be part of the team for a fourth season and wish to thank every team member and the board of Mercedes for their trust and belief in me," said the Finn, 30. "My performances have been getting better and better each year, and this is a great way to kick-start the second half of 2019." Bottas and Hamilton had two wins each after the first four races of the season but Hamilton kicked on from there while his team-mate's form dropped off, especially in races. He went into the summer break on the back of two disappointing grands prix, crashing out in Germany when running second and with a great chance to cut Hamilton's championship lead then finishing eighth in Hungary after damaging his front wing on the first lap in a collision with Ferrari's Charles Leclerc. But Wolff ultimately decided against the potential risk of introducing an unknown element into the team. He also had concerns that putting the 22-year-old Frenchman up against Hamilton so soon could damage his career and has instead freed Ocon to join Renault. #F1 via BBC Sport - Formula 1 https://ift.tt/OHg7x6 August 29, 2019 at 05:45AM
F1 News - Engine penalty shunts Albon to back of Belgian GP grid
https://ift.tt/348gZq7 Alexander Albon will start his career with the Red Bull senior team at Sunday's Belgian Grand Prix from the back of the grid because of an upgrade to Honda's engine. The Anglo-Thai, who was promoted from Toro Rosso for the rest of the season, replaces Pierre Gasly who moves the other way. Albon inherited Gasly's engine allocation, and the Frenchman had already exceeded the limit of permitted engine parts for the season. Daniil Kvyat will also take the new 'spec four' engine at Toro Rosso, and will also start from the back. Red Bull have won two of the last four races with Albon's team-mate Max Verstappen. The Dutchman and Gasly can be expected to take the new engine at a subsequent race, most likely next weekend's Italian Grand Prix at Monza. Honda F1 tech boss Toyoharu Tanabe said: "Our performance gradually improved over the races immediately prior to the break and both our teams were competitive. We aim to carry that momentum forward into the next part of the season achieving further improvements. "As usual, we have focused on improving both reliability and performance, in the hope of achieving even better results with both teams in this part of the season. "Our plan is that only Albon and Kvyat will run it at Spa, for strategic reasons, looking at the rest of the season as a whole. "The driver swap between Albon and Gasly has no effect on how we operate at the race, and we continue to do our best to support all four of our drivers. "As per the Sporting Regulations, Albon now takes on what was Gasly's power-unit usage in terms of all the components that make up the power-unit and vice versa." #F1 via BBC Sport - Formula 1 https://ift.tt/OHg7x6 August 29, 2019 at 04:33AM
F1 News - Formula 1 to have record 22 grands prix in 2020 season
https://ift.tt/30IaDvD Formula 1 will have a record 22-race season in 2020. The sport's calendar, announced on Thursday before the resumption of the current season in Belgium, features two new races inthe Netherlands and Vietnam. Only Germany has been lost from this year's 21-race schedule. The season begins in Australia on 15 March and ends in Abu Dhabi on 29 November. The British Grand Prix is on 19 July, a week later than this year. Squeezing in the extra race has meant seven 'double-headers' - where races are held on consecutive weekends. Bahrain follows a week after Australia, and the other events a week apart are the Netherlands and Spain on the first two weekends in May; Azerbaijan and Canada in early June; France and Austria; Belgium and Italy; Singapore and Russia; and the USA and Mexico. F1's bosses have said their intention is to potentially extend the calendar to as many as 24 races in the future, principally to drive revenue. But teams have reservations about that, both in terms of the demands on their staff and as a potential risk to the exclusivity of the sport Teams had to give permission to extend 2020 beyond 21 races, as that is defined as a maximum in the sport's rules. Beyond 2020, the situation is less clear, as the regulations have not yet been defined. Talks about changes to the sport have been going on for two years but so far only a budget cap of $175m a year - with several exclusions, including the salaries of drivers and the three top executives - has been agreed. Teams and F1 have until the end of October to finalise the new rules, having already been forced to extend the previous deadline of the end of June. Grand Prix calendar 2022 Australia (15 March), Bahrain (22 March), Vietnam (5 April), China (9 April), Netherlands (3 May), Spain (10 May), Monaco (24 May), Azerbaijan (7 June), Canada (14 June), France (28 June), Austria (5 July), Great Britain (19 July), Hungary (2 August), Belgium (30 August), Italy (6 September), Singapore (20 September), Russia (27 September), Japan (11 October), US (25 October) Mexico (1 November), Brazil (15 November), Abu Dhabi (29 November) #F1 via BBC Sport - Formula 1 https://ift.tt/OHg7x6 August 29, 2019 at 03:39AM
F1 News - Two-time F1 champion Clark fascinates new generation
https://ift.tt/2MITGOc More than 50 years after his death, Scottish racing legend Jim Clark continues to fascinate new generations. The Jim Clark Museum will be formally opened in the Borders town of Duns on Thursday by three-time F1 World Champion Jackie Stewart. He was a friend of the late racing driver, who won two Formula One World championships in 1963 and 1965. Clark also won the Indianapolis 500 in 1965, becoming the only driver to win both the Indy 500 and the F1 title in the same year. He was British sports car champion in 1959, took a third place at the Le Mans 24 hour race in 1960 and was British saloon car champion in 64... the list goes on. Give Jim Clark a car, almost any car, and he could somehow make it go faster than anyone else. Doug Niven, Clark's cousin and a trustee of the museum which bears his name, said: "He was a natural driver as opposed to a manufactured driver. "Jim was driving anything at all from tractors to Sunbeam-Talbots to Minis to anything, from a very early age." "He was such a balanced driver, good with his machinery, he treated it very kindly." Mr Niven said this balanced approach carried into Clark's private life. "Jim was a very modest person, just quiet and unassuming." he said. "He just liked to get on with the job." The new museum only opened in the middle of July but already more than 5,000 visitors - way ahead of expectations - have come through the doors to find out more about his story, and see trophies, racing memorabilia and one of his famous green and yellow Lotus single-seaters which brought him so much success. Andrew Tulloch, assistant curator of the Jim Clark Motorsport Museum, said: "Jim is a special figure. Scottish, good looks, quiet, shy and with an almost unbeatable skill." Mr Tulloch said the level of fame he achieved in the 1960s was quite unusual for motor racing, which was a "niche" sport at the time. "It wasn't on TV. It just wasn't like today," he said. So what is the appeal for people visiting the museum like 15-year-old Daniel Donnelly and his dad Martin from Bedford who somehow know about Jim Clark, the Borders sheep farmer and Grand Prix driver extraordinaire. Daniel said: "We have some famous, really good, historical drivers like Jim Clark and I just like how he learned how to drive, where he came from and his background." His father Martin said: "I don't think there has ever been anyone like him. Part of his appeal was that he was a young farmer who went out and did something he enjoyed and became a master of it." But of course there is tragedy in the Jim Clark story. He raced at a time when a number of drivers would not expect to survive the season, where safety consisted of a few bales of hay. And in a Formula Two race at Hockenheim in west Germany in 1968 he was killed in a high-speed crash, possibly because of a deflating rear tyre or collapsed rear suspension which sent him off the barrier-free track and into a tree. His death, at the age of just 32, was one in a long line which spurred Jackie Stewart into action to demand better track safety. So it is fitting that the three-time world champion will formally open his friend's museum. Doug Niven said: "I remember Jackie telling me that in his career he saw 27 drivers killed, on average once every three months. "After Jim was killed Jackie said 'that's it, we are going to do something about this'." Jim Clark was born in Fife but he will forever be a man of the Borders and his story will continue to be told here in Duns and far beyond. #F1 via BBC Sport - Formula 1 https://ift.tt/OHg7x6 August 29, 2019 at 03:33AM
Motorcycle News - Pragmatic Motorcycling – Officine Rossopuro T3 850
https://ift.tt/2LdCT2M When it comes to the Moto Guzzi brand there are a handful of custom builders we’d consider experts on the subject. Amongst them is Filippo Barbacane, the man behind Officine Rossopuro. Filippo has 25 years of Moto Guzzi experience under his belt. So it’s fair to say there aren’t many who know their way around an Italian longitudinal V-twin quite like him. As a result, Filippo’s become the go-to guy for many a Moto Guzzi enthusiast on the European continent. Not every bike Filippo creates is built to be a showstopper and equally so not every customer wants a show bike. As was the case with his latest project, a classically styled 1979 Moto Guzzi T3 850 cafe racer that is equal parts practical and cool. Motorcycles via Return of the Cafe Racers https://ift.tt/2M9riRb August 29, 2019 at 02:03AM
Motorcycle News - Bonneville Pilgrimage: Offerings to The God of Seating
https://ift.tt/2PlUOcJ During the Southern California Timing Association’s Bonneville Speed Week, motels nearby are expensive and fully booked. Which leaves campgrounds. And I hate carrying camping gear on a motorcycle. When I see those BMW earth-roamer types with all the gear piled up over their heads I think, “Oh, Hell no! I’m cool as an ice cube, that’s not me.” Yet here I am. Here I am piling camping junk over my head like a Starbucks-sipping, Hi-Vis wearing, mid level manager-who-mistakenly-thinks-corporate-values-his-efforts, Beemer rider. That’s not the worst of it. I just know the flimsy aluminum subframe on the Husqvarna is going to break. It has to. This bike was designed with two things in mind: to pop wheelies and flee from the Po-Po. I don’t have a running street bike. So, I’ve turned the Husky into a single cylinder Gold Wing. It burns me up, man. The bike needed dramatically expanded luggage capacity, also known as saddlebags. To do bags I needed infrastructure in place that would prevent the bags from tangling in the rear wheel and melting against the high mount, noisy, life-saving, public opinion destroying Arrow exhaust can. I chopped up some stainless tubing and took the sticks to Roy’s Welding (out by the mini-goat farm) where the fine crew stuck it all together. My Safety Exhaust on the Husqvarna is high and tight so I riveted a metal heat shield on the left side of the Super Mo-Tour. Since my buddy, Mike, loaned me his saddlebags, I didn’t want them to catch fire. All told, I’ve probably doubled the poundage of the featherweight Husky with this jungle gym hanging off the back. Unrelated to the luggage situation but still needing sorting was the Husky’s headlight. The normal bulb is an incandescent 35-watt, both high and low beam. The bulb works OK in the daytime, but it casts a feeble light for night use. It’s like having a Black Hole on the front of your motorcycle. The pattern reaches only a few feet into the gloom. It’s so dim bugs fly away from it. I tried a bunch of different bulbs. LED, Halogen, HID, incandescent, most of them ran too hot for the Husqvarna’s plastic reflector. I’ve settled on a cheap LED bulb with no watt rating or any information at all stamped into the metal housing. It is a very crummy bulb. Even weaker than the incandescent bulb, but I’m hoping it stands up to vibration better. A strange side effect of the LED electronics is that the high beam indicator light stays on all the time. I’m 56% sure the bulb won’t short out and fry the Husky’s electrical system. I thought the guy behind us was yelling at the black SUV. The SUV drove past us but the guy kept yelling. Strange garbled words, some Navajo, some English, it was difficult to say if he was angry or loaded. He was smiling all the time. The words kept pouring out as he bumped into me, wanting to shake hands. He didn’t care for the standard handshake and performed a fist bump/hand wrestling sort of maneuver. All the while he was speaking fast, stringing unrelated words together in an almost-sentence-like way. I could pick up a few bits of the conversation: he called me the N word, but in a nice, brotherly way. At least I think it was brotherly. Then he said that I was in his town then some vague, scattered bits about cutting people with a knife. “What language are you speaking?” I asked him. “It doesn’t matter,” he said to me and then he showed me his driver’s license. He was from Arizona. Tall and good-looking, the guy may have been a great warrior chief in an earlier time. Now, he wanders parking lots jabbering at people in a confused muddle, his skill set woefully out of sync with life in 2019’s America. The guy kept stumbling into me, by accident or by design. It was annoying but he seemed cheerful as he asked me if I’d like to be stabbed and thrown into a ditch. It was the most non-threatening threat ever. Was he serious? There did seem to be a lot of ditches around. I started looking down for bodies and errant coins. It dawned on me that the guy was completely bonkers and then he asked me for two dollars. “That’s messed up, man.” I told him. “I don’t want to be cut and thrown into a ditch.” He didn’t seem surprised. I’m guessing his unorthodox panhandling method turns off a lot of potential marks. We went into a Taco Bell, the only place open in town. Switchblade looked startled at the glass door of the Taco Bell. It seemed to frighten him, and he drifted towards the street. Still wanting to kill someone. The rain started around 3 PM and kept a steady pace. It was a cool, 54-degree August day in the Four Corners area. I was stranded at a combination liquor store and gas station that had no electricity. Mike rode on ahead to look for gas. Mike’s BMW 650 can go 200 miles on a tank. The Husky taps out at around 150 miles, hence the lack of fuel. From my perch under the store awning I saw 700 to 800 cans of beer get sold in a few hours. Skinny people, fat people, old people, young people, all types and forms but no one bought less than 48 cans. They carried the stuff out by the armload. The cash register was on battery backup. The power would come on, and I’d run out to the pump then the power would go off. This happened about 20 times. One of the liquor store staff was an adorable woman complaining about menopause: “You don’t know what it’s like, one minute you’re fine, the next you’re on fire!” The power sputtered. All of us, customers and staff, started yelling, “Lights on! Lights off!” in synchronization with the flickering power. “Would you like a hotdog? Free, I won’t charge you for it. They’re still kind of warm but we have to throw out the hot foods after a few hours of no power.” What a nice bunch of people. Free hot dogs, all the beer you could fit in a trunk, we had a good time, you know? “Your friend has a funny accent,” said Menopause Woman, “Where is he from?” “New Jersey, or somewhere back east.” I told her. “I suppose he thinks we sound funny too.” She said in that rising, New Mexican lilt I’ve come to love. Mike came back with the gas and we dumped it into the Husqvarna. About 10 miles down the road we saw a lineman in his truck sitting out the rain. For all I know the power never came back on back at the store. The lives we shared at the gas station faded away. We were back on the road. I moved my camping gear 510 miles today. The longest I’ve had to endure the Husqvarna’s ridiculous seat. This was the longest day. We covered a lot of miles so that tomorrow’s ride into camp will only be 250 miles, leaving us plenty of time to ponder how the tent goes together. Caliente, Nevada is shut down. Nothing is open. The road into town is lined with old railroad cabins. The cabins are restored with new paint. In a land of space, where the view goes on forever, the cabins are huddled only feet apart. It must have felt safer being together against the huge western skies. Railroad tracks ran behind the cabins, and when a train came through Caliente, the ground shook and the doors and windows of our motel room rattled. On a motorcycle, you can feel elevation changes and temperature variations on the road. You even feel agriculture. The spot humidity rises, 1/4 mile of cold runs alongside dark green crops, alive against the tan dirt. And then you are back in the desert. Warm, dry air fills your helmet. I can look ahead and predict the local weather. On long days, there’s not much human interaction. Ride, gas, ride, gas. Repeat over and over, each fill up is a couple hours of seat time. The long passages give you a lot of time to think great thoughts, maybe a new idea for land terracing or a way to lift 60-pound bags of concrete more efficiently. All I thought about was the Husqvarna’s seat. It’s a player in my dreams and nightmares. I imagine the seats in the waiting room of hell are shaped just like the Husqvarna seat. West Wendover, Nevada, where else can you find an old flathead Ford Hot Rod and a 27-foot long turbine powered Liner parked up at the cafe? So many talented builders are in Bonneville. The trailers are works of art, their suspensions complex links and air bags. It’s like a superior race of mechanics from another planet has landed on Earth. Right now, in this town, the combined brainpower could accomplish any task. And it would be accomplished with glossy paint and many, many holes drilled for weight reduction. Salt is everywhere. The cars are covered in it. It falls off in fist-sized chunks and passing cars pulverize the salt chunks. My buddy Old Iron says that to find a good restaurant in West Wendover look for salt in the parking lot. The more salt, the better the restaurant. At the KOA’s site J10, my tent has changed shape in the 6 years since I last propped the thing up. The poles are all the wrong length now, and I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to cut large sections out of the walls to assemble the thing. It looks more like a pile of dirty laundry rather than a tent. Ah well, I didn’t come here to sleep. On the salt flats, a Ukrainian guy crashed his 900-volt electric bike at 150 miles per hour. He’s OK but the bike is bent. It’s been a hard day on the salt for motorcycles and not much better for the cars. The course is rough and soft. A Buell rider was 5th from the start line when racing was called for the day. He’d been in line since 7am and the line was a mile long. It takes a lot of patience to go fast. I hear the racers grumbling as I cruise the pits. “No records this year.” “We might as well go home.” “They should call the whole thing off.” Conditions have restricted the racers to one course for experts and one course for rookies. At the start area the blue course lines are close together, and they get wider apart the further down course you go. The Bonneville speed trials are spread out over 8 miles. There are thousands of 5/8-inch re-bars pounded into the salt, each one leaving a tiny circle of rust as the corrosive ground eats away at anything made from steel. Between the re-bars there are miles of yellow plastic tape denoting the pits and the return lanes but the design seems random. We ride over and under the tape following the magnetic field of the Earth. The tape is just there to give your mind something to work on in the featureless white. The ground is solid where compacted. Out towards the edges and further north the salt gets crunchy and damp. It feels like the water table is a few inches down. Walking the pits is a 6 mile proposition. It’s huge and the light reflecting off the salt burns your skin from underneath. You really need two hats: one on top as normal and one with the center cut out and the brim circling your neck like a Queen Elizabeth collar. Mostly the pit area is near the middle of the 8 miles, and the course is 1/4 mile away to the east. Bring binoculars or all you’ll see of the time trials is a tiny object speeding from your right to your left. The track radio announcer, who is from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, is also in charge of the Porta-Potties. There are 74 of the plastic potties spread around the 8 miles. I told him number 68, out by mile marker 7, was not sitting quite level and could he run over and shim the thing properly. He said no. Then he told me that he wants to set a record with a ZZR Kawasaki but has run out of money. He offered the bike for free to anyone who would finish it and let him ride it at Bonneville. There were no takers at the hamburger tent. The announcing business was slow, with 75% of the track closed and runs 15 minutes apart, but he made a good job of keeping it interesting. I met a chick with a turbo CB125 Honda. She was in the empty impound area where the record setters await a second pass to make it official. She said the track was rutted and bumpy but she managed 57 miles per hour. Somehow that was a record. Soft salt sucks power. It’s like racing through sand. The rough salt did not bode well for the speed trials this year. After spending all day on the salt yesterday and seeing how the racing situation unfolded, Mike and I were in no hurry to get out to Bonneville again and in fact it was almost 11am before we paid the SCTA man another $20 entrance fee. The ticket man told us to avoid the start area as it was getting churned up and the competitor’s vehicles were getting stuck. That was kind of a pain because the start area was where we wanted to go. One thing I’ve learned in my short life is that there’s no sense in railing against nature or trackside officials. My hamburger-stand-at-noon meter told me there were fewer spectators and contestants than yesterday. Bonneville isn’t spectator friendly to start with as the courses are far in the distance. You pay to be surrounded by the ambiance: great things are happening just over the horizon. The pits are very open, you can go bug the races all you like. They really seem to appreciate helpful suggestions for grabbing that final 1/10 of a mile per hour from guys that have never seen the dark side of 150. My motorcycle brothers were being obtuse on the track. They consistently failed to clear off the course after their run much to the dismay of the hundreds of waiting competitors. It was like they didn’t realize 100 other guys were waiting to run as they stopped dead on the course. Even without the motorcycle guys gumming up the works, wait times between runs stretched to 20 minutes. Multiply that by 100 or more competitors and you start to get at the immensity of the problem caused by shutting down the 3 unusable courses. After one really lengthy pause in the action, Mike and I decided that racing must be over for the day. We headed back to camp feeling ill-used for our $20 entrance fee, but it all goes to a good cause: the pursuit of speed. One of the four bolts holding the luggage rack to the Husqvarna had fallen out somewhere on the trip to Bonneville. So I figured now was a good time to fix it. I removed the opposite side bolt for a sample and took the thing to Ace Hardware where they had no metric bolts. CarQuest had two of the small 4mm bolts. As soon as I located the correct bolts I knew I was in trouble. The Husky uses those captivated-nut type of deals where a threaded nut is crimped into the aluminum frame tube. It gives you something sturdy and steel to screw into. When the sample bolt was removed, the captivated nut became a free-range nut, and it wandered off into the frame tube. Of course I had no idea any of this was happening. I kept trying to screw the sample bolt back onto the Husqvarna. The thing would not start. As I became more confused, I became more irrational. It was hot, Mike was making suggestions and I was not wanting to hear them: “I just took the @#*@ bolt out of the @#*&@ rack minutes ago! Why won’t it start?” Semi-blind from sweat I removed everything off the back of the bike, and it became clear that the bolt was never going to thread into the hole because there was nothing to thread into. Back to Ace hardware for a $35 drill motor, a $14 drill bit set, and assorted 1/4″-20 bolts and nuts. That bastard rack was going to be secured by any means necessary. I drilled all the way through the frame tube and into the plastic inner fender. Now, the longer bolt was slotted through into a locknut on the other side. It took 3 separate trips to the auto store and hardware store to gather all this junk. I gave Mike the new drill motor, hoping the shiny bauble would make him forget the ugliness that he had seen earlier. I spent the remains of the day sitting by the KOA swimming pool and drinking Gin & Tonics. It seems like tents get larger the more time they spend exposed to sunlight. But the thing is, man, camps were made to be broken. As much as I liked the hot sun, KOA’s dusty gravel lot and the 500-yard walk to the facilities, we had to go. We spent two days on the salt, and I feel like we got a really good idea of the speed trials at Bonneville. The Southern California Timing Association had their hands full. They didn’t need me prowling around, stirring up the troops. The salt was in no mood to be trifled with this year, and so, we left it to bake and heave, a different salt from that of a few hours ago and different again in a few hours more. The post Bonneville Pilgrimage: Offerings to The God of Seating appeared first on Motorcycle.com. Motorcycles via Motorcycle.com https://ift.tt/2Std7JO August 28, 2019 at 07:48PM 8/28/2019 100th Anniversary Indian Scout Scout Bobber Twenty Confirmed in CARB Filing- Motorcycle News
Motorcycle News - 100th Anniversary Indian Scout, Scout Bobber Twenty Confirmed in CARB Filing
https://ift.tt/2ZnGh54 A new executive order published by the California Air Resources Board confirms two new 2020 models celebrating the 100 years of the Indian Scout. The CARB document certifies a new Indian Scout 100th Anniversary model as well as a new Indian Scout Bobber Twenty. Photos of the 100th anniversary Scout have already leaked online from Polaris’ dealer meeting last month (which also confirmed the 2020 Indian Challenger). The photos show the Scout wearing the classic red with yellow pinstriping and wire-spoke wheels instead of the Scout’s usual cast wheels. Other details include a floating seat and 100th anniversary badging. We haven’t seen any images of the Scout Bobber Twenty yet, but we assume it will be another anniversary edition (as in nineteen twenty). Both new models were certified with the regular Scout’s 1133cc V-Twin engine, along with Stage 1 intake and two-into-one upgrades. Oddly, the 1000cc Scout Sixty appears to have been left out of the centennial festivities, with no anniversary edition certified, just the base model plus intake and exhaust upgrades. We expect Indian to announce the anniversary edition Scouts and the Challenger along with the rest of its 2020 lineup in the next few weeks. Check back here at Motorcycle.com for the latest. The post 100th Anniversary Indian Scout, Scout Bobber Twenty Confirmed in CARB Filing appeared first on Motorcycle.com. Motorcycles via Motorcycle.com https://ift.tt/2Std7JO August 28, 2019 at 02:46PM
Motorcycle News - Silver Dream Machine: 2LOUD’s Honda CB1100
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He creates finely crafted, one-off machines with classic Japanese style and unparalleled levels of detail. And the latest stepping-stone on his ever-shortening path to legendary status is this total stunner of a Honda CB1100.
K&N filtration connects to an adapter above the throttle valve that was designed and built in-house at 2LOUD, and a Dynojet Power Commander V handles fuel management duties.
The stock subframe was hacked off of the steel chassis and replaced with a shorter, upswept hooped unit. Perched atop the new framework is a custom leather saddle, while a chopped rear fender hangs off the back.
The tank is a custom aluminum piece that was hand formed by Max, and the CB1100’s instrumentation takes the form of a Motogadget Motoscope Mini nestled in a cavity in the tank just ahead of the fuel-cap. Installing the new tank also required 2LOUD to relocate the fuel-pump to a custom box positioned just under the fuel-cell.
The CB1100 retains the EX-spec’s 18-inch spoked wheels, though they’re now shod in Adlert Classic rubber from local Taiwanese tire purveyor, Duro. Like the donor bike itself, the tires look vintage but are actually contemporary offerings using a modern compound decorated in an old-school sawtooth tread pattern. The retro-themed rubber wouldn’t fit into the stock swing-arm, so Max widened the metalwork it by a few centimeters to make it work.
The braking system has been overhauled via KustomTech brake and clutch master cylinders, and the stock four-pot Nissin calipers have been thoroughly polished. An oversize Active oil-cooler with polished connectors was also brought into the equation, and next-door to the up-specc’d cooling system are 2LOUD’s signature frame-mounted front indicators.
Strengthening the tight and cohesive visual theme are the ornate exhaust and front fender support brackets, both of which are drilled out and polished, matching the punched frame gussets.
But going by this breathtaking CB1100, whatever it is, we’re in for a treat. Motorcycles via Bike EXIF https://ift.tt/2Mf9b0c August 28, 2019 at 12:38PM
MotoGP News - MotoGP announces 2020 calendar including Finnish Grand Prix
https://ift.tt/2MInMBj MotoGP has officially announced its 2020 calendar, including the return of the Finnish Grand Prix... Motogp Motorcycle Racing News via MotoGP news - Autosport https://ift.tt/2uOa9Ei August 28, 2019 at 07:11AM |
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