Motorcycle fuel tanks are such works of art.

They might be sky blue, or British racing green.
Or they could be white, purple, orange, red, silver or gold.

And the sizes and shapes of motorcycle gas tanks are so creative, too.
Some are big and rounded; some boxy and tiny.

Then there are the tank decals and badges.
They can look like pieces of glittering silver jewellery.

It’s not often I get to see hundreds of Triumph motorcycle gas tanks all in one place…

Have you ever hung out with 250 classic motorcycles?

I can seriously recommend it!

We’ve just been on another pilgrimage to our favorite motorcycle museum at the bottom of New Zealand.

There we were, standing in a room packed with classic motorcycles, grinning like idiots.

It’s a summer morning, and shafts of bright sunlight fall through the windows.
The yellow light glints on the rows of chrome tanks, and the big silver fishtail pipes on classic Nortons, BSAs and Velocettes.

Beautiful, vintage motorcycles sit silently, proudly dripping oil, as they have for decades.
Every single one of these beauties begs you to come closer…

Our little gang of biker cats know a thing or two about motorcycles.

 
It’s not surprising.
They’ve grown up in a motorcycle obsessed household, where there’s often a bike in the living room.

So naturally, they’ve learned a lot about motorcycles, and they want to put all that knowledge to good use.
They do that by taking on highly technical tasks that help their biker humans out.

There’s always a motorcycle cat hard at work around here.
Let me give you some examples.

When I lived in Australia, I used to hate going to motorcycle shows.

Summertime motorcycle shows would be set up in a large hangar where the temperature hovered around a million degrees.

Parking was a nightmare, and you’d have to leave your bike miles away at the edge of a massive parking lot.
Then you’d trudge for half an hour in your leathers and boots under a blazing sun, back to the hangar.

On this delightfully sweaty trek, you’d try to ignore the circling packs of suspicious, aggressive policemen just itching to make an arrest.

Finally, you’d arrive at the hangar door: scowling, sunburned, and panting.

And the fun just kept on coming…

Seen one vintage motorcycle, you’ve seen them all, right?

Oh, that’s hilarious.
It’s pure delusion.

Because a vintage motorcycle is a wonderful thing.

It’s unique.
It’s individual.

Old motorbikes have character.
They have a soul.

And old motorbikes are devastatingly beautiful…