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2017 Triumph Bonneville T100 – Ride Review

Photos by Megan Harris

"I've had a look at this motorcycle of yours whilst you were having your supper," my wife's grandmother says upon my return from the pub.
Grandma, as she allows me to call her, is upper-middle class and English to the core. She is naturally wary of Americans and has been known to suddenly burst out laughing at the idea of my being able to make a living writing about motorcycles. Add to this the fact she is somewhat deaf, a condition not helped by my natural Texas mumble, and it's easy to see why she and I don't chat a lot. When my wife is around, Grandma prefers to deal with me in third-person terms: "Now then, Jenny, does Chris want tea?"

My wife isn't around this time, though. I've ridden the 2017 Triumph Bonneville T100 down to Devon on my own, staying the night, so I can get meet photographer Megan at the beach the next morning before tourists arrive. Without my wife as interpreter, Grandma and Grandad (who is also…

Help Me Understand, America

Last summer I spent a month driving across the United States, exploring 10 states –– Arkansas, Iowa, Kansas, Louisiana, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Oklahoma, Tennessee and Texas –– in the iconic road-trip machine that was my mother’s Toyota Prius.

Oh, sure, it’s not a ‘63 Mustang or a Harley-Davidson FLXWTFBBQ –– a Prius may not be everyone’s go-to choice for a road trip –– but I counter all criticism with the fact I was able to drive from Minneapolis to Kansas City on just $20 of gas. (Travel tip: Pay cash at Pilot) Plus, my parents don’t have a motorcycle that I could have borrowed. It was the Prius or walk.

Still, my mind remained two-wheel focused and I soon found myself using the 4,500-mile peregrination as an opportunity to observe the state of motorcycling in my homeland. I may not have visited your particular neck of the woods, but based on my observations I'd say that overall things are pretty good. Certainly, they are better than I remember from even a few years ago. And by "better" I mean "more diverse." Diversity is a good thing. Cities with diverse economies are more vibrant; ecosystems with a diverse plant and animal species are more resilient. A diverse motorcycling world is better.

There's nothing wrong with with white men on Harleys, but there is something wrong with nothing but white men on Harleys.

From my observation it appears there are more genres of bike out on the road. Cruisers still dominate, but in some urban areas –– in particular my old stomping grounds of Minneapolis and St. Paul –– that dominance is not nearly what it once was. I saw sportbikes, of course, but also dual sports (man, Americans love a Kawasaki KLR650), standards, retros, super nakeds, sport tourers, and whatever we're classifying the Ducati Multistrada as these days. I saw a Moto Guzzi Griso in Hannibal, Missouri; I had to pick my jaw up from the sidewalk. I wouldn't have thought Moto Guzzi owners would even know where the Show Me State is, let alone choose to live there.

Additionally, overall numbers of riders seemed to be up. Yes, a lot of those riders were eligible for AARP discounts, but increased numbers are increased numbers. So, things are good or getting better. But I'll admit that there are some aspects of American motorcycling that my years of living outside the Trump Wall make it difficult for me to understand. Things that I suppose I never thought about before moving to the United Kingdom, but which now befuddle me.

The whole not-wearing-gear thing, for example. Throughout my travels, the most geared-up people I saw were a group in New Orleans: a quartet of gentlemen from the Ruff Ryders crew. Their flak-jacket-style leather vests left their arms uncovered but they had helmets, gloves, the aforementioned vests, jeans, and boots. Elsewhere, I observed that women were more likely to wear helmets than men, but by and large folks everywhere chose to ride sans protective gear. Extreme examples came in the form of leathery old dudes I saw in Louisiana, Iowa, and Minnesota who were riding shirtless.

I don’t understand this.

I get the idea of Freedom. I'm a big fan of Freedom, and from a purely philosophical standpoint I would even go so far as to say I passively agree with the argument against helmet laws. You have a right to expose your bald head to the Lord and sundry while speeding down the interstate at 80 mph, and I don't want to take that right away from you. But just because you have the right to do something doesn't mean you actually have to do it.

I mean, you also have the right to insert your index finger into your anus, then immediately place that same finger in your mouth. You have the right to do that over and over again. You have the right to use other digits, if you so choose, and the right to place those digits in other chosen orifices (as long as they are your own). God granted you those rights, son. They are inalienable, and ain't no government fat cat that should tell you to stop. But that doesn't mean any of it is a good idea.

I am baffled as to why so many American riders choose to ride a motorcycle without a helmet and at least some basic gear. You don't have to squeeze yourself into some ridiculous $5,000 CE-approved Power Ranger wündersuit, but at least wear something better than Dockers and flip flops. 

I must be missing something. Just as I’m clearly missing the reason American riders are so obsessed with highway pegs. For the uninitiated, highway pegs are the footpegs that cruiser riders place on their engine bars so they can splay their legs out as if preparing for a gynecological exam. They make a person look ridiculous. Yes, I realize, as one who was observing all this from within a Prius, I have little ground to stand on when it comes to declaring things to be ridiculous. And just as I’ll defend the Prius on the grounds of practicality I can at least understand why a rider might want highway pegs when crossing the vast American expanse. I’ve had plenty of long-distance days, so I’m familiar with the ache that can develop when keeping legs in the same position for too long.

What I don’t, get, though, are the dudes (and it was always a dude) who insist on using highway pegs in urban areas. For example, the owner of a shiny new Indian Chief Vintage who had his legs akimbo while in Houston traffic. Have you ever driven in Houston?! No one is paying attention; they are all on their phones, Snapchatting about how awful Houston drivers are. That is not the sort of situation where you want to prop your foot far away from the rear brake (which is traditionally the more effective brake on cruisers).

In Memphis, I witnessed a man in stop-and-go traffic who insisted upon swinging his feet all the way to his highway pegs between bouts of duck walking his bike forward. Why? What’s wrong with just placing your feet at the controls? I realize that not every American has received high-falootin’ rider training. Or even wants it. (My brother vehemently refuses to take an MSF course despite the fact I’ve offered to foot the bill.) So, not everyone has been schooled in the Right And Proper Way To Do Things. But I can’t imagine a teaching-yourself-to-ride scenario where an individual would come to the conclusion that keeping his or her feet far from a bike’s controls is a good idea in slow-speed maneuvers or heavy traffic.

The logic behind these two practices completely escapes me. But I feel that because so many riders do it there must be something I’m failing to take into account –– some “Oh, that totally makes sense” facet of riding through traffic gearless with your feet on highway pegs that I’ve simply overlooked. Please, America. Help me understand.


  1. What I find even harder to comprehend than riders who choose to not wear any protective gear is when said riders actually belittle or ridicule others who do wear it. The attitude I generally encounter (in southeast Iowa) is that, if you're a competent rider, you don't need "all that stuff" - which is especially interesting since most of the riders with that attitude are hardly competent themselves.

  2. There are two schools of thought when it comes to the gearless masses "Fall - I never fall and don't plan on it" then there is these converted "I crashed and now wear it all" Sometimes it takes an up close intimate encounter of the pavement kind to see the value in gear. As a motorcycle instructor I deliver the safety message with sound reasons why a rider should choose ATGATT, but at the end of the day, they will either choose to wear it or not. Trust me when I say I am passionate when I deliver the message and it comes loud and clear, but some people choose to live on the proverbial edge. Up in Canada in every province helmets are required by law so there is no choice, and in BC they even black listed beanie style helmets. But all that being said we still have a huge contingent of riders who are road rash wannabes zooming down the highway in flip flops, shorts and t-shirts. Which really sucks because when they crash and need hundreds of thousands in medical intervention we all pay for it in increased medical and vehicle insurance premiums. There should actually be incentive for those who wear gear and the ones who don't should pay higher premiums. As for explaining it all - I can't - I just hear from ex-students who choose to ride that way that it is a "freedom of choice thing" Hopefully they will change their thought process when they go for the eventual toss across the tarmac. As for being ridiculed for wearing gear which has happened - I couldn't give a flying fig, I happen to like my carcass intact.

    1. I imagine they think the ride between the driveway and the bar isn't "that far"...

    2. Dar, if it is any consolation, there are a good number of us who do hear you and the other MSF instructors loud and clear. I gear up every ride thinking about the idiots on their cell phones, the hussies with their make up, the blue hairs who can't see over the top of the dash, the drunks, and the millions of other "drivers" on the road who somehow posses a driver's license (and those who dont).

      Are there other bikers who think I'm a sissy because of it? I don't know and don't care. I have a family to return to every time I ride who would prefer my limbs and organs in the same locations as when I left.

      The only trouble I've had wearing full gear was somehow getting an angry bee inside my full face helmet with the shield down at 60mph.

      What do I think about those who choose not to wear the gear? I seriously only want to see them arrive at their destination safely. Be careful out there.

      Something else I've noticed is that when I see my biker brothers and sisters wantonly or egregiously breaking traffic laws, they seem to be wearing flip flops, shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt. Correlation?

      Sorry, I can't expplain highway pegs in slow heavy traffic any more than I can explain a young lady in an old, beat up Honda cranking 110 decibels of music, with the windows all up, smoking a joint, with an infant on the front seat next to her and no baby seat. Amazing what you see pull up next to you on your bike next to you at red lights.

  3. I wish I could explain it. I even switched from riding a cruiser to a sport tourer (partly) because I wasn't comfortable without gearing up... and whatever street cred I got for riding a cruiser here (Texas) seemed to be at least somewhat outweighed by the gear. A 3/4 helmet was certainly acceptable, but a half would have been better, and a novelty lid better still to some. A jacket when it's cold was understandable, but otherwise "sun's out, guns out" is the norm. And what more could you possibly need on your legs and feet than jeans and ropers? But gearing up to ride a sport tourer, sport bike, ADV, etc is accepted (even if not fully respected): after all people who ride sissy bikes will wear sissy gear. I guess the motorcycle culture over here never got past the Wild Bunch/outlaw image (too much ink already spilled on the dentists and CPAs who affect the Hell's Angels look on the weekends...).

  4. Americans ask the same question about rugby players. I'm sure a lot of old school ruggers argue that headguards don't do any good to protect against concussions, and it's going to ruin the sport if they became required. I think that's where you start if you want to understand why Americans don't concern themselves with safety gear. Basically, you're still going to die if you wear a helmet or not, and you're still going to die if you ride a motorcycle or not. Otherwise, the most effective piece of safety gear is your brain, and if more effort was put into using it, there'd be less need to encase it in high-impact fiberglass.

  5. In a nation where health care is barely considered a right and universal coverage paid for by public funds hasn't even entered the consciousness the whole debate about gear and helmets is purely academic. How you kill yourself will not impact the public purse as it will in Canada or the UK (land of endless speed cameras and draconian fines). More to the point: why not lane splitting/filtering?

  6. "There's nothing wrong with with white men on Harleys, but there is something wrong with nothing but white men on Harleys." This is a ridiculous statement. Chris, I am a big fan, but this kind of PC nonsense just doesn't make sense. Your logic doesn't make sense. You were just praising diversity and then state this. The whole notion of diversity should underline that some things are more attractive to certain cultures than others. Otherwise, all cultures would be the same. So what if it's just white people in a particular area who ride around on Harleys? That doesn't make it racist. It makes it a marketing niche. Who cares? Let's try to leave identity politics out of motorcycling. We have enough of that ruining everything else.


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