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January-March 2010
The Woman. The Club. The Legacy: Sisters of Scota WMC ~ 30 Years PDF Print E-mail
Written by Cara Mae McGuire   

 

soswmc patchAs she came to her senses out of the blackness from yet another brawl, the first thing Dayna Davidson did was check her colors. All the beatings in the world couldn’t take her patch away, she was in it heart and soul -in a man’s world…the aggressive world of outlaw bikers during the late 70’s. Barely hanging on, but determined as hell, Dayna had sealed her fate time and again, with her "no turning back and no regrets" mantra. A mindset also shared by her sisters, a ‘family’ of women who motored the social outcast road together; women who were trying to find beauty in the people and places that made up this taboo biker community.

 

 

The Woman

You might not recognize her given name, Dayna Davidson, a spunky gal born in a small Texas town of Rosenberg, but raised in California by a strict Southern Baptist mother and a hard drinking, good-time dad. Early in life, she suffered the tragic loss of her older brother who drowned in a swimming accident, witnessed by Dayna at age five -- a moment that would forever leave her heartbroken.

Despite her conflicted family life, Dayna persevered through her childhood by taking the theatre stage to sing and act. She also proved to be a strong athlete in track -- good enough to be a contender for the Olympics. She did what most accomplished girls would do and went on to college, where she realized “it wasn’t the right fit” and sought another course. Her new direction would lay the groundwork for her destiny: to create a women’s motorcycle club.

It was 1978 when Dayna discovered motorcycling. Her pal, Corky Davis, gave her lessons on a Honda Hawk. From there she hit the open road searching for a home in the biker community. A woman commanding her own bike and her own identity in outlaw land, though, would be a brutal one. Her hazardous mission to share the streets and gain respect from the ruling 1%ers would leave her to endure numerous mental and physical beatings making clear, there was no room in their world for “a gal like her.”

Dayna, not hindered by the threats, decided to reach out to other fellow female riders who desired her outlaw lifestyle and soon “Grumbles” gave birth to a revolutionary movement: women biker outlaw clubs.

Through the willingness of a member from the Valley Knights MC, Ron Strousse, mentored Grumbles inDayna Davidson, aka: Grumbles the proper protocol and constitution of outlaw biker ways. It was based upon that knowledge she created, Leather and Lace WMC, which we now know as Sisters of Scota WMC and was allowed to “prospect” her patch for approval. Still with her new-found venture, she had to pay her dues sacrificing her body through bar brawls and beat downs defending her outlaw (three-piece) patch. Grumbles suffered major concussions, broken bones, including a cracked collarbone from three skinheads who didn’t like the fact a girl bore a patch on her back. She withstood having her bike knocked over and barstools kicked out from beneath her. The lifestyle also played havoc on her mental state. She often suffered through sleepless nights wondering if “it was worth it all“ and memory lapses from ingesting too many substances networking at biker parties.

Sober now since 1993, Grumbles looks back on all those sacrifices and they seem so small to her now, thirty years later, as she relishes in the sea of members riding down the highway, the Sisters of Scota Women’s Motorcycle Club (SOSWMC) - her momentous contribution to the world of motorcycling. “I sacrifice my heart to this Club everyday. Everything I do is for our Club. I have no personal life. I will continue to sacrifice myself with the belief that SOSWMC will continue to grow and thrive long past the day they spread my ashes to the winds“ she says.

The Club

“SOSWMC is the real deal! There is nothing neither phony nor fake about myself or this Club. Living the life of an outlaw biker is not a game. This world is not for ‘weekend warriors,‘ posers who purchase fake three-piece patches on-line. You cannot buy your way into this life” Grumbles exclaims. She refers to the Heart-N-Wings emblem, the Sisters of Scota three-piece fuchsia and silver patch, which symbolizes her Sisterhood, her Family, and her Love.

She founded SOSWMC in 1979 under the name of Leather and Lace WMC, after three years of going through the proper channels and challenges, her efforts were rewarded in 1981. It was the year Hell’s Angel founder, Sonny Barger, was released from prison. With the mood upbeat in that community, Grumbles was granted her final approval to have SOSWMC officially roam as a club. It was the beginning of a new era.

soswmc at san fran pride for 30th anniversary

 

 

 

 

   

  

To clarify, the Club is not a part of the 1%ers, even though it was necessary to get approval from them. This club was formed only in the outlaw sense of the tradition: a family of black sheep, kinship you don’t quit, and sisters that stick by your side no matter what. Historically, to be an outlaw meant you didn’t submit to society's rules or standards. You were an irritant to the citizens, the "straight and narrows" as they referred to them. It was no big deal if you drank and rode. It was not out of the ordinary to get into “scraps” with persons who disrespected club members. Racing from bar to bar, playing cat and mouse with the cops was just good fun! It was a different era back then. A secret society with its own set of unwritten rules. You had to seek out a mentor that was willing to teach you in the outlaw etiquette to be one of them. All of it today, glorified to a fault in books, TV, and the Internet. But the edginess of the times is not lost on the Sisters of Scota, where they lived and learned from it to honor a better sisterhood. And sure, they still enjoy cutting up a bit…it’s just in their genes, but for the most part, these women are dedicated to the betterment of each other and their community.  

To be included in the SOSWMC isn’t easy. To obtain a three-piece Heart-N-Wings patch, a woman is invited to prospect for the club after she has ridden with SOSWMC during what is called the hang-around period. She must own and ride her own bike, be licensed and insured as mandated by her individual state laws, submit to a background check, abide by the constitution of SOSWMC, and be willing to defend the honor of SOSWMC. It takes a minimum of a year before receiving the full three piece patch. During the prospect stage, riders learn and train in the traditional outlaw biker ways. That includes proper introductions, respect and protocol, club structure, volunteerism and most of all riding, riding, riding! It equates to boot camp or martial arts training. A patch wearing member must also have the strength and the wisdom to continue living up to the honor. If any transgressions occur once a women has "patched out," she maybe "center punched" (loss of center patch) until the situation is resolved. If not, or the transgression is severe enough, the patch is retrieved and membership is revoked. The patch is sacred and cannot be bought or sold. It is earned and never retires, signifying a lifetime commitment to the Sisterhood.

The Legacy

The Sisters of Scota WMC is the oldest outlaw women’s motorcycle club to date, which recently celebrated its 30-year legacy. One which is based on all of Dayna Davidson‘s hopes, fears, dreams and sacrifices. Grumbles has been fortunate to have her partner and soul-mate, Gramps, along for the ride over the last 15 years. Gramps, aka Tyler Sands, has transformed the club into something beyond an outlaw group, coming full circle past the many hard knocks and bad reputations earned from the early days.

During this time, it was Gramps’ determination and constant networking as National Liaison of the  of SOSWMCgroup, who opened up the door to help the Club grow into different states and countries. She attends the Confederation of Clubs (COC) meetings in the chapter of each state to ensure that the organization is working toward gaining new members and to ensure those women of SOSWMC are accepted. She stands alone before COC boards of 6-12 men who represent 1%ers and other patched Clubs to advocate for their acceptance. Gramps has advocated their nationwide recognition in the biker world. And she fine-tuned the structure and development of a network system of numerous chapters to be all in synch. To signify this change and reflect what they truly represent today, the club name was officially changed in 2000 from Leather and Lace to what we know them by now, the Sisters of Scota WMC. The change was to break free from the past, yet never to forget their roots.

The essence of the SOSWMC is revealed in the club motto "DEAL WITH IT" meaning to remember, there is room on the road for all of us.   We can feel their passion in this statement: “We love what we were and how we have grown to who we are today. People from all over have their own opinions of our Sisterhood, but until they get to know us, understand who we are and what we represent, DON'T judge us with your negative interpretation of how life should be. We are here to stay and all for the promise of THE GOOD.”

SOSWMC SisterhoodAlong with riding and living their motto, the club also commits a combined education, talent and energy to many causes funded through their "Seeking A Cure" 501(c)3 organization incorporated in 1986. Their efforts haven’t gone unnoticed; in 2007 the Club was awarded the Women in Motorcycling Lifetime Achievement Award for excellence in portraying a positive image of women and street bikes at the Annual Motorcycle Expo. Also, in 2003, they joined the Women’s Motorcyclist Foundation staff and have raised over half a million dollars for breast cancer research by riding over 2,000 miles during the Pony Express Tours - A remarkable contribution.  

Grumbles is both reminded and rewarded every time she is with her family of Sisters screaming down the road in a tight pack of fuchsia and silver happily blazing by the “straight & narrows.” All the outrageous moments and sublime experiences of yesterday and today bringing her to this point, as a beloved leader, creator and mentor, and a proud founder of a beautiful club, envisioned so long ago. That is her legacy…a community to call her own. The Sisters of Scota WMC, now and forever. 

Meaning of the Name and Colors 

The spirit of Scota EmergesScota honors Grumble‘s Scottish heritage, it is from an ancient, Celtic, warrior goddess derived from the name "Scathatch." She was a goddess of retribution, taught special techniques of self defense, healing ones self and others with herbs, spiritual growth and positive change in self to be a stronger, influential and better person. Scota showed the men how to make their own weapons of protection, food for survival and so on.  

Fuchsia represents the bright color of the hardy Ice Plant with purplish-pink daisy-like flowers that magnify the beauty around it and symbolizes ones spiritual connection.  

Silver signifies female energy, the strength and endurance of the moon with ability for change and reflection.  

"The truth is we ride. What we ride is sacred. The love of riding our bikes, on the open road, takes us on a positive and spiritual journey.” ~SOSWMC

road to hollister

 

Congratulations, Sisters of Scota WMC, for your 30 years of contributions to the women’s motorcycle movement. We truly cherish you and will never forget. 

Click here to view a photo gallery of the Sisters of Scota WMC

 

 www.sistersofscotawmc.org

 

 
 
 
Roman Holiday: How a Scooter Getaway Changed my Life PDF Print E-mail
Written by Jessica Prokup   

 

Jessica and the scooterIf I had one thing in common with Audrey Hepburn’s Princess Anne, it was being overwhelmed by a demanding job. But I did fall for a newsman, careen around on a scooter and escape from responsibility for a couple of days. Although, unlike Hepburn, I didn’t begin my adventure knocked out on tranquilizers.  

Last summer, I’d started re-dating an old boyfriend, a motojournalist named Brian. He’d been invited to go on a Vespa tour of Northern California wineries and asked me to come along. I spend a lot of time on two wheels, but rarely on scooters; I love commuting and canyon carving on my GSX-R. Still, a little roaming on step-throughs sounded pretty relaxing, as it included traipsing around wine country, eating fine meals and curling up in romantic hotels. That is, depending on how much I liked spending two days on tiny wheels and shacking up with my once ex-boyfriend…for the first time in five years. Tally ho! 

We decided to make a full motorcycle journey out of the trip, going to and from wine country on bigger bikes. Leaving L.A. early on a Sunday morning, we rode north primarily on byways, winding over mountain passes from coast to valley, with farms and vineyards and psychotic temperature changes along the way. The roads varied between sweepers and tight corners, sometimes rollercoastering through broad farmland. I’d borrowed a Suzuki Gladius for the trip, which was fun in the twisties but deprived me of wind protection at higher speeds, and I was fried by the time we reached the Bay area that evening. We collapsed in a hotel in Santa Rosa, about 50 miles north of San Francisco, and barely said goodnight before falling asleep. 

Twist and Go

Santa Rosa is home to Revolution Moto (a scooter boutique) and Wine Country Vespa (a scooter tour company) owned by a couple (Roy and Johnna Gattinella) who love scooters, Italian lifestyle and wine. They are very hard not to like. Both self-described corporate refugees, they’ve done what many of us daydream about: dropping out of the rat race and starting their own business. The one that’s a labor of love. Roy and Johnna at Revolution

We met Roy and Johnna at the shop on Monday morning. Though I was stiff from the previous day, I felt revived and excited, like a real person on a real vacation, something I don’t experience much. Sipping espresso, we chose our rides, a GTS 250 and an LX 150. A plush seat, storage space and an automatic tranny seemed like manna from heaven after hammering over 500 miles on a naked sportbike. Still, they were awfully small. And pastel. 

After some leisurely chatting and a little paperwork, it was time to go. The other couple in our group, a cute pair of 20-something newlyweds, were riding two-up. With Roy in the lead, Johnna riding sweep and the chase van bringing up the rear, we began our caravan through downtown Santa Rosa. I felt a bit silly, but I kind of liked being perched on the little scoot, with small twists of throttle and easy, mindless maneuvering. I couldn’t help giggling in my helmet at the Vespa crusade, our little troupe buzzing about town in formation. We passed a few motorcycles but nobody waved at us.

 

Small Pleasures

Before long the landscape turned from city to country, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Enveloped in a fragrant blue sky, I unwound, one by one, every tight fiber of muscle, every tense thread of mind. We rolled past long stretches of grapevines. Green slopes fringed with oaks and pines. Perfect quilts of farmland. There I was, relaxed and happy, turning off the hard part of me that must shift and throttle and lean. All that was left was a quiet little motor, a comfortable seat and an open road amid beautiful scenery. 

Lavender fields at Matanzas Creek WineryOur first stop was Matanzas Creek Winery, which has stunning lavender gardens. The manager walked us through their process of creating bath and home products, then led us to the airy tasting room, where we sipped wine and enjoyed the view through enormous glass windows. Afterwards, seated against cushioned chairs on the deck, we snacked on organic apples and Perrier. If you don’t enjoy small pleasures, this is not the trip for you.  

We left the winery and headed east towards Kenwood, winding along tiny tree-lined roads with sharp curves and endless ruts. The kind of ride that quickly gets hairy on a bike but made me laugh on the scooter. Eventually we landed at Chateau St. Jean, a grand estate with a stately mansion and perfectly manicured gardens. After visiting the shop and exploring the grounds, we sat at picnic tables beneath giant old trees with a spread of fresh bread, cheeses, salads and fruit. Time was relaxed, everything was easy. Plenty of moments to wander off and cuddle on a bench, rediscovering someone I was once close to.   

Our ride now took us south towards Figone’s in Glen Ellen, an olive oil company with a rich heritage in Napa Valley and a European-inspired tasting bar/boutique. We dipped crusty bread into fruit- and herb-flavored olive oils and balsamic vinegars, and were given a tour of the oil-making side of the shop. By the time we heard about the annual community olive-oil pressing, I was ready to relocate to Napa

Our last stop was the MacArthur Place Inn & Spa in Sonoma, an historic estate turned romantic resort. Flagstone walkways wind around fountains, sculptures and benches, ensuring that a) it feels like a sanctuary, and b) I got lost. Our little group relaxed in the library with wine and cheese, and we hit that point with a tour group when you start telling embarrassing stories. I was literally crying with laughter. We all walked to a café for dinner, and then went back to our suites, alone at last. Fireplace, whirlpool, giant comforter, evening glow. People, I melted.

 

Into the Sunset

I began the second day on the back of Brian’s scooter, so I could shoot photos for his magazine story. This had the potential to suck. Two motorcyclists, one big and one stubborn, crammed on a 250cc Vespa can make for a very long day. But aside from bottoming the suspension, which either compressed my spine or caused my butt to part ways with the seat, it was one of the nicest rides I’ve Napa roads are perfect for scooteringever had. There’s something very sweet and intimate about spending a few hours wrapped around someone, sharing beautiful vistas and spine-shattering bumps in the road. Bliss. 

That morning we rode back toward Napa, and the town of Rutherford. We started with a visit to Caymus Vineyards – a treat for me, as this family makes some of my favorite wines. The winery is picturesque yet practical; it reminded me of some kibbutzes in Israel, where art, beauty and farm machinery coexist. We were given an in-depth tour by Charlie Wagner, grandson and namesake of the man who founded Caymus in the early 1900s. Charlie explained every step in the process, vine to glass, and finished with samples of a signature wine fresh from the vat. I completely geeked at this point. 

Back on the road, we continued north on a scenic byway. I was still riding two-up with Brian, surprised at how relaxed and happy I felt. For once, I wasn’t itching to get behind the bars; I was glad to sit back and enjoy the view. 

We stopped for lunch at a classic drive-in with huge burgers and picnic tables on a shady lawn, then headed to Calistoga and Vermeil Wines’ tasting room. You may know Dick Vermeil as the Superbowl-winning coach of the Philadelphia Eagles, but he’s also a Napa Valley native. His winery produces fantastic reds. The tasting room is run by MarySue Frediani, wife of Vermeil winemaker Paul Smith and co-owner of Frediani Family Vineyards, where much of Vermeil Wines’ fruit is produced. She and production manager Michael Rone walked us through the wine selection and an intricate web of local family history. 

"I want the Millers of Garden Creek to adopt me" - JessicaOur last stop was by far the best. We rode north to Geyserville, cruising along a beautiful ridgeline and eventually cresting a small mountain pass with a gorgeous valley below. By late afternoon, we arrived at Garden Creek Vineyards, an organic and sustainable vineyard and winery owned by Justin Miller and Karin Warnelius-Miller. Justin’s family has owned the 100 acres since the 1950s, and Karin grew up on a nearby vineyard. They do every bit of the work themselves, and they explained all the equipment and techniques they use. We gathered around an upturned oak barrel in the aging room and sipped their incredible wine, paired with cheeses and dried meats. I’ve never learned so much about winemaking, and the Millers’ warmth made it feel like visiting family. 

As our tour neared its end, we fittingly rode west into the sunset. Our final destination was the upscale Hotel Healdsburg, with its modern European styling and striking architecture. We cleaned up quickly and then met downstairs at Charlie Palmer’s Dry Creek Kitchen, where Michael Rone of Vermeil Wines joined us, bottles in hand. I have no idea how many courses our dinner involved, but it was amazing. Each course was paired with a glass and an explanation, and by the end I felt like I finally knew something about wine. As it was our last gathering, I really enjoyed spending hours dining with the group. It felt like camp was coming to an end. 

Brian and I went upstairs for the last night of our getaway, and you might say I had a lot on my mind. Two days of romantic experiences and resurfaced emotions are hard to keep bottled up. And maybe, at the end of this journey, we both wondered the same thing: What next? Somehow a simple conversation evolved into a long and difficult talk, five years in the making. 

The next morning, we swapped the Vespas for our bikes, getting ready for a one-day haul back down the coast. It felt good to have the power of a large motorcycle again, though the sense of peace and relaxation wasn’t the same. I can’t say I missed the little step-through, but I did miss the ease and freedom I felt, tooling around the countryside. Maybe, like Princess Anne, a part of me will always be attached to that interlude in my life. There are times when I long for that sense of escape. 

However, unlike the movie, my story doesn’t end with the newsman and me wondering what might have been. We’re still together. a group shot at Garden Creek

 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chateau St. Jean or Wonderland?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I can't remember if this is chateau St. Jean or Wonderland!"
 
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"Johnna is the perfect picture of 'scooture.'" 
Contat info:
Wine Country Vespa/Revolution Moto
317 D Street
Santa Rosa, CA
707-523-2371
 
Propel Your Passion: The Magic of Going to a Motorcycle Show PDF Print E-mail
Written by Elisa Southard   

elisaWhat do an industry leader, a second-grade teacher, a biologist, and a coach entrepreneur have in common? Come with me to a motorcycle show to find out. The answer lies in the cavernous halls of California’s San Mateo County Expo Center, hosting the Cycle World International Motorcycle Show.

This fall, I spent opening night on Friday and all day Sunday there.  

In our time together in this article, we will navigate the show, check out an education session, and along the way meet mentors conversant in how to get the most out of one of the coolest ways to spend a weekend.

For a new rider, going to a moto show feels like going to the Emerald City… You can throw your leg over bikes of all types (see sidebar) — cruisers, sport, sport-touring, enduros, dual purpose — all with gleaming gauges, solid feels, yet minus the sales pitches.

Not sure where to ride? You will find maps, with routes test-ridden, ranked, too.

Curious about long-distance? The Women’s Center oozes information. Check out one of Sunday’s seminars: “First Time Tourers: Best Bang for Your Space.”

In a corner of the Exhibition Hall, subscribe to magazines. In the MarketPlace, check out new Bluetooths, or get a better grip with new gloves.

Wait up! Before surrendering to a spending spree, realize you can walk into a motorcycle show a newbie, and exit an educated rider, an informed buyer, an inspired woman. “When I decided to ride,” says Sarah Schilke, the first woman on the Board of Directors of the Motorcycle Industry Council, “I didn’t know there were different styles of riding.” A personal friend got her rolling on a Honda Rebel; her personality led her to a Ducati Super Sport.

Sarah, who runs the Women’s Center for the season’s Cycle World shows, urges participation.

“A show is great for new riders. You find out about Motorcycle Safety Foundation classes, organizations, gear, and…” You will find her final purpose most compelling: “…It gives you the space to talk to mentors.” Riders often need to build support for new endeavors; mentors offer answers along with insights that build confidence.

womens center bannerFind the Women’s Center at a show; just walk up and talk. No questions required. Tell your story — you may have a significant other or child who gasped, “Motorcycling? You’re crazy!” You may have trouble taming your throttle, or you may want a new bike without obsessing about your inseam.

For pioneer riders like African American Bessie Stringfield, whose image stands tall at the Women’s Center, concern about inseam is absent. She straddled both race and gender when she rode, breaking down barriers for women and African American motorcyclists. During WWII, she rode across the country eight times as a civilian courier, carrying documents between domestic army bases. Imbibe Bessie’s spirit as you attend such sessions as “The Right Gear for the Ride - What to Look for in Protective Motorcycle Apparel.” Pick up a copy of the Women’s Gear Guide, a colorful booklet with lines for notes at the bottom of every page.

The best part? Sarah says, “No selling goes on. It’s all about the information.”

Information is Nancy Foote’s forte. A partner in Streetmasters Motorcycle Workshops, Nancy offers a simple pearl that defines the difference between riding and wasting hard-earned dollars. “When you get a bike, you want to walk into your garage, look at your bike and think, ‘I want to ride that,’ not look for reasons not to ride.”

This translates into feeling your way around the controls before you buy, into feeling safe on the seat.boot Listen to her goal. You hear her as a mentor: “I want people to ride well and competently.”

This brings up an interesting question. Should new riders take demo rides? “If you are a beginner not at ease with your bike, I don’t suggest demo rides,” says Mina Chatterjee, comfortable doing demo rides “…thanks to all the training I’ve had.” Her training includes a local County Sheriff Civilian Rider Course, something you might want to investigate in your city.

As we chat in the Demo Ride area, bikers line up, engines warm up, and riders in single-line groups take left turns out of the massive parking lot. Mina, who rides a Honda Rebel 450, points out “most of the demo bikes are big bikes.” In fact, a Vulcan cruiser 900 reigns as the smallest cruiser Kawasaki offers for a test run. Yamaha opens up with a V-Star 650 cruiser.

In lieu of demo rides, Mina suggests visiting the booths. She adds, “Having all these manufacturers under one roof gives people, especially novices, a good sense of what is out there.”

Think of all the photos you can ask your squeeze to take of you sitting on the bike of your dreams.

Head over to the Hub — the seminar area where bike-setup and on-road skills await.

My husband and I grab a few seats for “Advance Riding Techniques” and notice a tip-card entitled “10 Steps to Proper Cornering” sits on every chair. In the middle of the presentation, I find myself on stage with four others, each of us kneeling at a wheel, leaning the bike over as speaker Lee Parks takes the audience through each of the ten steps. For an up-close personal education, nothing beats a show seminar.

Sue Ostrom, a rider coach since the early 1990’s, echoes sentiments of up-close education sessions along with hands-on equipment demonstrations. “At a show, you can enjoy the tactile experience. You reach out to feel the gear, instead of just ordering off the Internet.” As a rider coach, Sue looks for ways to mentor new riders. She recalls how her riding evolved: first, weekend fun on her Honda Hawk, next, commuting. Now, its track days on a Honda CBR 400 trail bike. She stresses training to know your bike and your gear so well you can mitigate risky situations. “I know I can’t control others. I can control me.” Sue’s husband Kevin, also a rider coach, adds, “A lot about motorcycling is talking with other people.”

This brings us back to the opening question. We talked with an industry leader (Sarah), a second-grade teacher (Mina), a biologist (Sue), and a coach entrepreneur (Nancy). What do they have in common?

As riders, they reach for ongoing learning to take a better turn, to ride farther safer — regardless of their current skill. As mentors, they educate with stories, inspire with smiles. As women, they share the heritage of motorcycle pioneers, then pass on this heritage to each new rider they meet at a rally, a seminar or a show. So take your passion up a notch. The next time a show comes to your area (check out motorcycleshows.com), show up!


 

Types of Bikes. Which one is for you?

Cruisers: an update of the standard American motorcycle, designed for street riding

Sport: a street bike built to be fast, modeled on racing track motorcycles

Sport-touring: a motorcycle that blends the high-performance features of sport bikes with comfort for long-distance travel

Enduros: an off-road motorcycle designed for long-distance competition

Dual purpose: a bike designed for both street and off-road riding

 

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