Nathaniel Salzman

Chicago area designer, writer, maker and journalist.

December 1, 2012

New to the fleet: 1971 Honda Trail 70

There are few certainties in life, yet there’s one thing I know for sure: I married well. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve heard a guy say “I used to have a bike, but my wife made me get rid of it.” I have one consistent, unapologetic response:

“It sounds like you should have married better.” – Read More –

November 30, 2012

Ride Log: A new bike and a bearded lady. Part three.

July 19, 2012 — I hate riding a motorcycle with a full backpack. It’s uncomfortable and makes it tougher to scan the road quickly. On that muggy July evening though, I didn’t care. Atop my ’74 Honda CB450 Supersport, I was threading through the heart of south Minneapolis, quite literally riding into the sunset. I wasn’t alone either. To my right was a bright gold Honda CB350 ridden by a guy maybe a couple years younger than me. We’d both just come from Third Thursday at BlueCat Motors and for the moment anyway, we were headed in the same direction. His Dunstall pipes and my single race exhaust sang a growling duet of vintage motor biking as we cruised up Lake St toward a purple sky, the chain of lakes, and Uptown. – Read More –

November 9, 2012

My CB450 featured on

A huge welcome to anyone visiting from BikeEXIF today! I am absolutely thrilled to see my 1974 Honda CB450 featured on what is easily my favorite motorcycle blog. For new readers, I write a lot about my own adventures in fixing and customizing bikes, so do please have a look around. You can find more of Juan’s amazing photos of my CB450 over on Flickr, and definitely go check out BlueCat Motors. They built this amazing machine for me.

November 5, 2012

Ride Log: A new bike and a bearded lady. Part two.

July 19, 2012 — In the heat of July, there’s one spot inside of BlueCat Motors where one can escape to air conditioning: the lobby. That’s where I was sitting, iPad in hand, trying to lower my core temperature back down into the upper 90s. While hot, I certainly wasn’t bothered. I’d been bombing around all day on my new ’74 Honda CB450 Supersport. Sitting on the lobby couch, I took in mouthfuls of cold water, holding each until the chill left my mouth before swallowing it down. A little radiant floor cooling for my excited brain. – Read More –

November 5, 2012

NS Recommends: Cloud Atlas

I don’t get out to see as many movies as I used to. I’m busier, and frankly Chicago audiences are, more often than not, really obnoxious to sit with. That said, last week I braved the possibility of a shitty crowd and went to see Cloud Atlas with The Mrs. I was not disappointed. While thematically similar to Darren Aronofsky’s The Fountain, this movie is so much more grand in its scale and its storytelling that having seen one is by no means having seen the other. But I will say that if you liked The Fountain, or The Matrix, or Doctor Who, you’re probably going to love Cloud Atlas. It’s huge, exciting, enthralling, brutal, and romantic in its hopefulness.

And while recommending a movie is an easy, timeless thing to do, if you’re even remotely interested in seeing Cloud Atlas, do yourself a favor and see it on the big screen. I saw it on an AMC IMAX screen and it was one of those experiences that I’ll never be able to have again. I’ll never again get to see this movie for the first time on the big screen. I’m planning to see it again, but the first time will be tough to beat.

October 15, 2012


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August 30, 2012

Ride Log: A New Bike and a Bearded Lady. Part One.

July 19, 2012 — I had to pack light. No helmet. No armored jacket. No tools. I stuffed four pairs of socks and knickers down into the toe of a motorcycle boot. As many Under Armor shirts and black Ts went down the other. With both boots stuffed deep in my backpack I tucked the rest of my sundry items into the various pockets and compartments of my tired and true old blue bag. – Read More –

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