#tl1000r

[el-osario]

[bikebound]

Today on BikeBound.com: HUNTING WEREWOLVES: “Silver Bullet” Suzuki TL1000S by Philipp Malik of @bully_performance, built with one purpose in mind: to race the 1/8-mile drags / sprints at @glemseck101. Hand-built aluminum chassis, swingarm, bodywork, titanium exhaust — you name it. Estimated at about 120 horsepower and weighs 140 kilograms (308 pounds) — about 100 pounds less than the stock TL-S! “It was very fast at Glemseck, but we had to race against Jo Bauer on the Louis ZH2 in the first round. I won the test sprint against him. He won the race. But that doesn’t matter, because we also built the ZH2.” Photos: @ulfbremen. Full story today on BikeBound.com! ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ ——— #glemseck101 #tl1000r #tl1000s #tl1000 #dragbike #sprintrace #caferacer #neocaferacer #custombike #custommotorcycle #metalwork #metalshaping #caferacers #bikeporn #motoporn #bikebound via Instagram https://instagr.am/p/DAf9iT6uq_K/

[scrawnsenior]

Yamusuki, 500 two stroke. Castle Combe, March 2023.

Custom built by Rich Hewitt. He was running an old TL1000R that he let me race. Hopefully I’ll get a ride on his stink wheel at some point. 

[roxxr]

Profiling the Iconic Suzuki TL1000R: A Forgotten Gem of the Superbike World

Jeffrey Fisher on his 1998 TL1000R in Huntington Beach circa 2001 In the late 1990s, Suzuki took a bold step into the world of V-twin sportbikes with the introduction of the TL1000R. This ambitious project sought to combine the raw power and advanced engineering Suzuki was known for with the distinct characteristics of a V-twin engine. While it may not have achieved the lasting fame of its…

[unofficial-sean]

Nuclear powerplant ruins with the lads

[retroquarter]

Partial Render  - axesent.com tl1000R Livery - Layh Racing

[norafischer]

Nicotine Dreams

[fotomacchina]

#tl1000r #yoshimura #yoshimuraexhaust #srad

[90ssportsbikes]

The TL1000R was released in 1998 and was Suzuki's attempt to compete with the Ducati 916 in the v-twin litre sportsbike market. #90ssportsbikes #90ssportsbike #90sSportbike #ninetiessportsbikes #suzuki #tl1000r #classicsportsbikes

[omg2jouma]

[suzukitl1000rplanet]

2000 Suzuki TL1000R Vtwin 1000cc Engine My rendition of what a "Carbon Fiber Edition" would look like! All body work is real Carbon Fiber "Plain Weave" painted over with the 2000 Yellow Suzuki Factory Paint Scheme. The Fuel Tank was wrapped with the same real Carbon Fiber and then masked off for the SUZUKI letters to show through the paint to show off the Carbon Fiber weave! Vanzuki Clear Clutch Cover with Billet Custom Pressure Plate. Carbon Fiber Custom Frame Covers, Triple Cover, Custom Billet Clip Ons, Hindle Exhaust. And the coveted BST Carbon Fiber Wheels!!!

[scrawnsenior]

Cadwell Park, Jul 2022.

Big twins - Aprilia Mille, Suzuki TL1000r and Honda SP1.  

[thatyouride]

Suzuki TL1000R

[unofficial-sean]

My 2001 Suzuki TL1000R

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Lostcauses Fic: Wall of Death

I’m blaming @francisthegreat​ for this one.  She seems to share my unhealthy obsession with Levi and motorbikes.

I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo...

~ Cycles to Gehenna, Aesop Rock

The funfair had been Hanji’s idea.

“Come on Erwin, it’s one of those traditional carnivals, with fancy carousels and a helter-skelter and candy floss and all that old timey shit. It’ll be fun. Y’know fun? That thing that normal people do at weekends?”

They were almost bouncing with excitement as they perched on the edge of Erwin’s desk.

“I know how to have fun,” Erwin pouted, “and since when have you been normal?”

“Beside the point,” Hanji waved their hands dismissively, almost knocking over a pile of books teetering precariously on the edge of the desk. “What did you do last weekend?”

“I was busy last weekend,” Erwin replied, a little defensively. “I had to finish that paper for...”

“Exactly!” Hanji interrupted, jabbing him hard in the centre of his chest. “I rest my case! Mob and I will pick you up in the morning. See you then!”

Erwin sighed heavily; he knew when he’d been defeated.

Despite their chaotic nature, Hanji was punctual to a fault and turned up on Erwin’s doorstep with Moblit at nine o’clock on Saturday morning, jamming their finger on the doorbell until Erwin stumbled out of bed and let them in.

“God dammit Hanji, you’re going to wake the whole block.” Erwin grumbled irritably, still half asleep.

“Come on lazy bones,” they grinned, pushing past Erwin into the kitchen. “Get your ass in gear, Moblit’s promised to win a goldfish for me!”

Moblit smiled apologetically and pressed a tall latte into Erwin’s hands. Sometimes words could not express Erwin’s gratitude for the man.

By the time Erwin had washed and dressed and Hanji and Moblit had siphoned several rounds of coffee into him, it was late morning before they left. The fairground had pitched up in a disused airfield an hour’s drive out of town and when they arrived, early in the afternoon, the site was already crowded with day-trippers, groups of boisterous teens, and families with hyperactive kids in tow. Hanji was almost vibrating with excitement even before they made their way through the gate.

As a boy, Erwin had loved funfairs and he cherished memories of his father taking him to the carny when it rolled around once a year. He could still remember the vivid excitement, the exotic sounds and smells, the brightness of the lights, the sweet taste of cotton candy and toffee apples. But as an adult, he found the experience profoundly unsettling. Something about the gaudy impermanence, the transience, the unreality of it all made him feel oddly wistful and out of kilter.

Erwin had always been something of a loner but he had made his peace with that a long time ago. He never regretted his decision to devote himself to his academic career rather than to his fiancé. Not really. He had his research, his students, he had friends, Hanji and Moblit, Mike and Nanaba, though admittedly they were on the other side of the country now and he was lucky if he saw them even once a year. Erwin had learned to enjoy his own company; he was content to be alone. Yet somehow, as he was swept along by the jostling carnival crowd, with music blaring, kids squealing, and Hanji yelling excitedly in his ear, somehow for the first time in a long time, Erwin felt lonely. Lonely but strangely alive. There was something about the grit and sweat beneath the brash garish exterior of the carnival that made his blood race.

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[norafischer]