Showing posts with label Touring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Touring. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 May 2023

Arctic Cat

Christ on a bike!

Image - Unknown

#ArcticCat #MiniMoto #MiniBike #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryGarage

Sunday, 28 August 2022

Apocalypse Touring

Shuumatsu Touring (Riding a Motorcycle at the End of the World) - Saito Sakae

Illustration - Saito Sakae

#ShuumatsuTouring #ApocalypseTouring #YamahaSerow #XT225 #YamahaXT #XT225Serow #RidingAMotorcycleAtTheEndOfTheWorld #Apocalypse #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryGarage

Wednesday, 3 August 2022


This just beamed in from the Discosphere...

Press advertisement photo for the Windjammer Fairing by Craig Vetter, circa 1980.Image -via oldbikebarn on Instagram

#Windjammer #WindjammerFairing #Discosphere #CraigVetter #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryGarage

Saturday, 30 April 2022


Neptune on his amphibious custom chopper rises from the ocean off the west coast of Ireland, yesterday. Probably.
Image - Unknown

#Atlantis #Atlantean #Chopper #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryGarage

Friday, 27 August 2021

Any Time, Any Place, Anywhere...

I was overtaken by one of these things on the M50 a few weeks back...

1979 Yamaha XS1100 Martini Limited Edition Touring Bike

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#Yamaha #YamahaXS1100 #YamahaXSMartini #Martini #Discosphere #AnyTimeAnyPlaceAnywhere #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryGarage

Thursday, 6 May 2021

Death Stranding

Sam Porter Bridges and her Death Stranding Reverse Trike by KotobukiyaDeath Stranding Reverse Trike by Kotobukiya

Death Stranding Reverse Trike by Kotobukiya
Death Stranding Reverse Trike by Kotobukiya

Images Kotobukiya

#DeathStranding #SamPorterBridges #Kotobukiya #ReverseTrike #Mercenary #MercenaryMotorcycles #MercenaryMotorcycleWorkshop #MercenaryGarage

Monday, 6 July 2020


Indian Challenger - Image by Mounce

Image Mounce

#IndianChallenger #IndianMotorcycles #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Wednesday, 17 June 2020


The face you make when your passenger won't fucking sit still...

The face you make when your passenger won't fucking sit still...

Image Unknown

#PillionPassenger #Pillion #MilitaryMotorcycle #TacticalMotorcycle #SpecialForces #Camouflage #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Wednesday, 13 May 2020


BMW K1100RS - Image by mondo.difficile via La Zone Noir

Image by mondo.difficile via La Zone Noir

#MondoDifficile #LaZoneNoir #LZN #BMW #K1100RS #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Outer Reach

The Outer Reach Explorer by Izaak Moody

Illustration Izaak Moody

#IzaakMoody #TORE #TheOuterReachExplorer #SciFiMoto #AdventureBike #ADV #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Monday, 7 January 2019


Bliss Mobil Overland Unimog

Image Bliss Mobil

#BlissMobil #Unimog #Mercedes #Overland #VanLife #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Monday, 15 October 2018

Spanish Orange

Spanish Highway

The sun hammered down, mercilessly beating the shadows into the smallest possible size. I cowed down into the motorcycle like an ant under the magnifying glass of a pernicious child. My leather jacket was fastened at the cuffs and neck against the sixty mile-an-hour oven blast. My helmet was likewise sealed with a shemagh, smothering my face and neck in defiance of the onslaught. Even under the dark wraparound glasses behind my visor, I was forced to squint against the unrelenting brightness. It felt counter-intuitive to wrap up against the heat but such was my reality.

The muscles in my shoulders and back ached with gentle fatigue, resonating with the offbeat v-twin strum of the motor to induce a fugue state. My senses felt deprived. My vision was overwhelmed by glare and stultified by the monotonous landscape. My hearing was dulled by the drone of the motor, the thrum of the tyres and the roar of the wind. With every breath I inhaled a hot, dry wheat smell tempered by a faint scent of the hot motor-oil that wept gently from the dependable old motor.

I was both bored and disgruntled. Sleepy and ill tempered, not happy as I should have been on such an adventure. My sense of time and distance were distorted, stretched out like a prison sentence. I felt like I had been traveling this way forever with no end in site. In reality, it had only been about two hours since I fueled up and some time in the next fifty miles I would have to stop again to take on fuel and water.

The road was flat, straight and empty of traffic. Occasionally it would rise or fall gently or veer slightly one way or the other but not enough to break the monotony. Earlier I had seen colossal birds swoop down on the highway, their wingspans almost the width of the two lane blacktop. I guessed they were eagles or maybe condors. The size of the creatures jarred my mind. But now, with the sun at its zenith there was not a living thing to be seen.

I continued my endless voyage across the featureless ocean of wheat with no way to monitor my progress save for the rolling of the odometer at the rate of one mile every minute. I droned on. The terrain became less flat and occasional tiny hamlets began to appear like rocky islands in a pale yellow sea. The sandy buildings huddling together on their rocky outcrops seemed to crack under the relentless downward pressure of the sun.

Eventually, the road led alongside a village so I rolled the throttle closed and kicked down a gear, the motor groaning on the overrun as it slowed my progress. It was a small village, just a few dozen tightly packed dwellings and a church on a promontory. I imagined it looked pretty much as it had done five hundred years earlier. I knew from experience that somewhere among those buildings would be a bakery and a taberna and some kind of grocery store along with other necessities of life, but without any signage they wouldn't be obvious to an interloper.

I wasn't expecting any sign of life so I was surprised to see an elderly woman dressed all in black. She contrasted dramatically with the sepia glare of the surrounding environment. As I coasted past her I saw that she was carrying a wicker basket and that that basket was full of oranges. The oranges shone like beacons in the harsh light and it struck me that this was were the first splash of colour I had see in a long time.

Enormous, bright and glossy Spanish oranges. The ones with thick skins that fall away effortlessly, taking all the pith with them and revealing just the clean, fat segmented fruit. The sweetest, juiciest, most flavoursome of oranges. My mouth watered and after a moment of indecision I sat upright, applied the brakes and kicked down through the remaining gears, rolling to a halt about fifty yards past the Orange Lady. I looked back over my shoulder but she didn't divulge any interest in me or my motorcycle.

Suddenly I was overcome by a massive wave of fatigue. I rested the heavy machine carefully down on the side stand and sat for a moment with my head bowed in exhaustion as the sun beat down on me with renewed vigour. In order to dismount the bike I would have to swing my right leg up and over the rolled up tent and sleeping bag strapped to the back of the machine. And in that moment, I just didn't have the strength. I would have to walk all the way back to the Orange Lady under solar assault and I just couldn't visualise being able to do that. I would have to have a conversation, in my pidgin Spanish, and there would be unfamiliar currency and foreign counting and I knew I couldn't face it. It was just too much.

In any case, I didn't have time for this. I was anxious to keep moving. I was in a hurry. I didn't know why I had to keep moving, I didn't have a ferry to catch or a deadline to meet, I just felt this invisible, unrelenting coercion to make progress. To escape this cruel sun and the heat and the boring arid dustiness. To move on. To get to the next thing

I paused a moment longer. I really wanted that orange. Not just because it would be cool and sweet and delicious, but because it would be an experience, an act of living, a memory in the making. An opportunity to pause for a moment, to take the time to look around and to truly experience something and perhaps, commit it to memory to peruse at a later date. But I knew I didn't have it in me to go back and get the orange while simultaneously I was acutely aware that I would regret this. I knew that this peculiar experience would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Helplessly, I heaved the bike upright, flicked up the stand, kicked down into first gear and pulled away in defeat.

#SpanishOrange #HondaCX #CX500 #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Saturday, 8 September 2018



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#DesertBike #AdventureBike #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Friday, 7 September 2018


Honda XRV750 RD04 Africa Twin with rally fairing.

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#AfricaTwin #XRV750 #RD04 #AdventureBike #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Sunday, 5 August 2018

Motorcycle Girl

This looks good...

Motorcycle Girl, Zenith Irfan Biopic starring Sohai Ali Abro and directed by Adnan Sarwar

Motorcycle Girl (Adnan Sarwar, 2018)

#MotorcycleGirl #ZenithIrfan #SohaiAliAbro #AdnanSarwar  #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Friday, 18 May 2018

Tired Now

MERCENARY is on sabbatical until further notice...

Tired Now

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#TiredNow #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage 

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Nitrous Touring Ninja

So you want to go touring but you don't have much time? 

Maybe you need one of these...

Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R Nitrous Tourer

Image Unknown

#ZX14R #KawasakiNinja #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Fully Loaded

Fully Loaded

Illustrator Unknown

#HondaGoldWing #FullyLoaded #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage

Thursday, 6 April 2017

Wild Atlantic Way

Wild Atlantic Way

Pic Agata Winiarska

#WildAtlanticWay #VWT4 #VanLife #VWTransporter #SurfaceModule #Transporter #Mercenary #MercenaryGarage