The mighty SEMA show is just around the corner, and our AMSOIL trade show team is busy preparing for another successful presentation to the key players in the automotive industry. SEMA is where companies learn of the latest news, products and technology developments that shape the automotive aftermarket.
Maintenance is one of those things you either do or don’t do. There isn’t a good way to fall “in between” on the maintenance spectrum, nor do your vehicles, equipment or toys like to be in a state of disrepair. Life is short, so why waste time due to improper maintenance?
Makaco Unanimous asks on our Facebook page about break in oil, with attention paid to powersports engines. First, thanks for the question, Makaco Unanimous. Second, I think I found my name for next season’s fantasy football team. Let’s get to it. Maintaining an engine is a constant fight against wear.
The competitive realm of racing spans the landscape, encompassing virtually every form of transportation. The need for speed has found its way into everything from lawnmowers to heavily modified cars and motorcycles, leading enthusiasts on an endless pursuit to generate more power and performance in their quest for max velocity.
Today is a trifecta of awesomeness. It’s Wednesday, Sturgis starts this Friday and this gives me the chance to feature my Woman Crush Wednesday (WCW), Ms. Jessi Combs. Sturgis is in its 77th year, but if you’re riding down for the first time, check out these cool tips for your first Sturgis, or these scenic Sturgis
The Sturgis Motorcycle Rally is a true bucket-list destination for any motorcycle enthusiast. Each year thousands upon thousands of riders descend on Sturgis, S.D., and turn this small, sleepy town into a motorcycle mecca. Some travel the road to Sturgis as an annual endeavor, while others make it a once-in-a-lifetime journey. In either case, there
A 10-mile trudge down gravel roads more trafficked by mosquitoes than people. That’s the situation I faced after dumping my Honda 350 motorcycle on a patch of loose gravel. Back then (the mid 1990s), cell phones were a luxury, especially deep in the woods of northern Minnesota where I lived.
My mother took the Culligan Man to task not long ago. Not the flesh-and-blood Culligan Man, but the actor on TV. It happened when I was visiting my folks during lunch. I have lunch at my parent’s house here in Superior, Wis., every Wednesday.
Motorcycles occupy a prominent place in our national lore. The V-twin engine, one can argue, belongs in our menagerie of quintessentially “American” items, right next to the bald eagle, the Liberty Bell and Abe Lincoln’s stovepipe hat.
As soon as you crawl out of bed tomorrow morning, try this experiment: run outside and sprint down the street. Aside from embarrassment over your jammies (or lack thereof), how do you suppose you’ll feel?