Welcome to this edition of Man Toys, where the primal grunting is so loud I couldn’t hear the clicking of my keyboard. Today we feature one over-the-top, bad-ass tricycle, a watch that would make Sir Edmund Hillary proud, and a golf club that should come with a bottle of Dramamine. Have fun, boys.
Recently I attended “Bike Night” at JR Cigars in Whippany, New Jersey, with my 13 year old son, Tommy. It was just the gorgeous, perfect night - blue sky and late summer temperatures as motorcycles of every size, make, year, design, and color descended upon the parking lot for four hours of high-tech nostalgia and testosterone. Read the full story
