Big Mingers

02/06/2026

Suddenly the sea air turned electric and the roar of a proper Triton split the heavens like God’s own chainsaw.
There he was a genuine Ton Up Boy. No Instagram poser. No Heritage Weekend cosplay. Just a hard-eyed savage in a black leather jacket older than most of today’s influencers, crouched low over that beautiful bastard of a Triton. Norton frame, Triumph motor, clip-ons.
The Margate Meltdown was a fever dream. A gathering of the last proper outlaws still willing to ride these murderous, oil-spewing, vibration-heavy works of art like they stole them. And this gent? He wasn’t posing. He was there. Living in the ghost of 1964 while the rest of the world scrolls itself into oblivion.
The sound that Triton made… Christ. Like a mechanical wolf with a lungful of nitro and bad intentions. You could feel it in your teeth. Pure mechanical violence wrapped in British steel and f**k-you attitude.
This is what’s left of the real thing, boys.
When the last of these madmen are gone, all that’ll remain is filtered nonsense and electric whispers.
Respect the bloodline.

01/06/2026

London to Brighton
Chrome flashing, engines screaming, the whole wretched caravan howling toward the sea. Classic cars. Proper ones. The kind that still smell like oil, dirty ashtrays and broken dreams from the glory days when Britain ruled the waves and the roads.
I saw Minis painted like Union Jack fever dreams, convertibles the colour of cheap champagne, old Jags and MGs slicing through the salt air like they were late for 1965. The promenade was pure bedlam — a glorious mechanical circus under a sky that couldn’t decide if it was mocking us or blessing the whole deranged ritual.
There’s something so sentimental about watching these beautiful old beasts rumble down to Brighton like wounded gladiators on one last victory lap. No algorithms. No filters. Just metal, rubber, and men (and women) with grease under their fingernails and fire in their eyes.
The London to Brighton run takes your sanity, your hearing, and leaves you grinning like a lunatic at the edge of the pier.

31/05/2026

I stumbled into the evening city light, the roar of mismatched engines, chasing rumours of chrome and madness through the leafy veins of Chelsea. The air was thick with petrol fumes, exhaust, and the sweet rot of summer money. These beasts are resurrected chrome demons dragged screaming out of scrap yards and some are rebuilt fever dreams.
Old money London collided with pure American psychosis under the trees. V8s coughing, doors slamming, laughter cutting through the haze.
This was a freakout. A rolling asylum for the mechanically deranged. The kind of beautiful, degenerate chaos that makes you want to drive faster, and howl at the streetlights until the Five-O come or the sun rises, whichever shows up first.
Chelsea Cruise.
I came for the cars.
I left convinced the machines were winning.
We are all going to hell in a beautiful, loud, lowered vehicle.

29/05/2026

26/05/2026

The air was thick enough to chew, that unmistakable two-stroke fog rolling off the English Channel, engines howling in a language that would make a four-stroke whimper and hide behind its catalytic converter.
A selection of the filthiest, fastest, most glorious strokers the Margate Meltdown could muster, captured here in all their smoky, sun-blasted glory. If your leathers don’t reek of burnt oil and your ears aren’t still ringing, you weren’t really there.
This is the edge. This is two stroke Tuesday from the Margate Meltdown.

26/05/2026

Here's a real 'blast from the past' for those of us of a certain age! - MCN testing the then newly launched 'Dunlopads' back in 1979. Designed to overcome the problem of reduced efficiency in the wet, Dunlop claimed these sintered metal brake pads (developed from their experience in the aircraft braking industry), made the difference between wet and dry braking virtually nil. I just love the RD400 rig lashed up to test their claims, with that huge water tank on the luggage rack spraying water on the discs. MCN's Peter Howdle was clearly a brave man if he explored the performance of the RD to any degree during the test 😀

📸 Motor Cycle News

25/05/2026

Hot times at the Margate Meltdown

24/05/2026

How about this 'Norsaki' - a 1955 Norton Dominator with a featherbed frame mated to a 1974 Kawasaki Mach II 400cc two-stroke triple, built by David Morales of Davmomoto in Texas and featured by the guys at Bikebound (more pics & full details in the comments)

📸Bikebound

22/05/2026

Remember back in 1994 when MCN unleashed a YZR500 GP bike on the road (link in comments)

21/05/2026

The people of Brighton were happy to see the Fizzy convoy (other sports mopeds were there too) hear the cheer of the crowd as all the sixty year old teenagers pass through.