Let me introduce you to Cal Crutchlow, a British motorcyclist competing in the MotoGP series. Being tough as nails is a requirement to race in two-wheeled motorsport, but Cal is as tough as a diamond-reinforced adamantium harpoon.

BMW 6-cylinder K1600GT. Made better with Remus. And I just test-rode a used one. Rain mode? Unnervingly tedious. Dynamic mode? Death. Still the best sport touring bike I have ridden thus far.

Meanwhile, in Ireland, a bicyclist and a Toyota driver feud over who belongs on which side of the road. Luckily the battle created no casualties, but both belligerents used weapons-grade hyperbole.

This morning, as we were both leaving on our bikes, my neighbor (who is afraid of the internet) wanted Mrs McMike to take a picture of us.

What the heck...? I had no idea what it was until someone mentioned "Ural: Russian Trike, comrade."

More proletariat inventions at The Atlantic.

$2,999 buys you 125ccs, 225 lbs, and "big boy bike" looks.

I'm not a rider, just an admirer of pretty machines.

Insanity at its finest.

As the title said, I've noticed this now-annoying pain whenever I sit on my Suzuki Burgman 400, where it's usually at the pelvic region (Including Glutes.) I have no idea what's going on, but whenever I sit on a sport touring motorcycle (Either a Kawasaki Concours or a Triumph Sprint ST 1050, etc etc.) the pain is…