The first time I watched the Pikes Peak Hill Climb was as a kid back in 1968 on ABC's Wide World of Sports. They were spanning the globe to bring me the constant variety of sport. Bobby Unser won it. He was sliding that open wheel #92 car right to the edge of the dirt and I was on the edge of my seat. Hooked. Those were the days of legends.
If ever the adage about a thing being greater than the sum of its parts were true, it would be here. Every year you see a few machines that just set a whole new standard for igottahavitness.
When I saw Guy Martin's Martec PPIHC Special for the first time coming out of the truck at Devil's Playground last year, I was smitten. I just could not take my eyes off of it for the rest of the week. The welds, so many perfect welds, the hardware, the color of the metal, even the paint job. Every single component had a function and yet remained mechanically beautiful. It was rumored to have a baseline of about 275hp.
Guy told me it was capable of much more but there was a point where it would become unusable. "Sure, Guy", I thought to myself, nodding in thoughtful agreement - as if I could relate. I've always considered anything over 275 HP a bit above my pay grade. Kawasaki obviously did not get the memo.
This year I discovered not one, but three very different V-twin campaign's here, attempting to break a record or two. The Victory, the Ronin and the Voxan.
I believe it was Peter Egan who once wrote that while some people sat in their house to watch television at night, he preferred to spend his evenings out in the garage, watching Ducati. I was very grateful for that casual observation as it struck a chord with me. It made me feel a bit more at home here in the world since I had spent so many warm summer nights in my garage doing just that. As a teen, my mom would find me out there past midnight sitting on a milk crate, watching CZ, Husqvarna and Penton from every angle imaginable. If she knew how to spell cyclelogist, she'd have called one. Thousands of us share this disease and we are aliens who somehow manage to find one another at events like these. To date, there is no known cure for our affliction.
I read about Ronin first in the Denver Post back in 2012. Being local here in the heart of Denver's RiNo district, these guys were my preferred pick to win it. The thing that got me was when Mike Mayberry was quoted as saying it was supposed to sort of look like a charging buffalo. There are a herd of buffalo about three miles from my south Denver home and looking at it from the right angles I had to agree. I had never considered the profile of a buffalo as being "sporty" but after last week, I've come to see things differently. If you want to argue, put on a Ducati t-shirt, jump the fence and try outrunning one.
As mentioned on their website, the company is named after the Japanese legend, based on the story of 47 exiled samurai who later avenged their master's death. Ronin has been quietly building and selling their 47 hand built exotics to collectors one at a time. They decided to turn one of their three spare bikes into a Pikes Peak assault weapon and recruited Travis Newbold, a PPIHC veteran and master of the 450 class, a seat on the bus. It was a good move. Travis rode that raging buffalo up the mountain to finish 2nd in the motorcycle division and 10th overall. Ronin is producing 47 of these orphaned EBR (Eric Buell Racing) 1190's and shutting the doors. They began back when Buell lost its backing from Harley Davidson in 2009. Not a bad effort for a spare parts bin startup. They strip each one down, put a new unobtanium heart in it and put it back together. it then gets a name after one of the samurai. The one you are looking at is named Oishi Yoshio.
Bow to your Sensei!
There have been a lot of design attempts over the years to control the variation of rake and trail during the loading and unloading of front suspension and the Ronin appears to do a pretty good job of it. Unlike a telescopic fork, the Ronin allows control of the axle path, the dive, the rise, the underbraking and whatever else happens up there. Now I'm certainly no professional rider, meaning I stopped racing long ago when the shower of sparks and smell of burning leather was no longer fun. However, I would consider myself a precision rider and the suspension on the Ronin intrigues me to no end. Travis said the bike rode like it was on rails in practice and I'd give almost anything to do a few laps on a track day to see how it compares to my Triumph Street Triple R or my buddy's 1200S Pikes Peak Edition Multistrada. Both, in my opinion, are pretty dandy handling bikes.
But like the Victory, the sound of that 1190 is just pure awesome thunder. It's the AR-15 of V-Twins. Maybe even a buffalo mounted 50 cal. Now with EBR shutting it's doors and auctioning off its hardware, will another Ronin pop up? Maybe another version of the 47?
I was already following Victory and Don Canet, the Cycle World writer and rider. Don rode the cream of the crop last year. He and Mickey Dymond finished 2-3 (10:10:101 10:11:319) on the Spider Grips Falkner-Livingston Pikes Peak Edition Multistrada. His reward for this insanity was a seat on the Project 156 Roland Sands Design Victory to try it again. I was covering the race from the summit and agreed to be his kickstand boy while talking to Paul at FanFest, so that he wouldn't have to lean that beautiful red steed on a boulder for the rest of the day. Now an American twin on America's Mountain had everyone's hopes up.
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