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Mini Bike Roundup

Mini Bike Roundup

Taking it to the streets

When those Micheal McDonald lyrics made their way through the stereo speakers to our collective ICON HQ ears, we knew we had to listen. There was no choice in the matter, we did, in fact, have to take it to the streets and those streets were located in Madison, WI. We were there for Parts Unlimited's National Vendor Presentation, or NVP as the cool kids like to call it. It is there that the best and the brightest of the motorcycle industry meet to unveil the new new-ness for the season. It's the biggest information party this side of Tijuana with all of the heavy hitters in the biz. We're looking at you, Paul Yaffe!

Knowing we had to bring the heat we decided to throw a no-holds-barred mini-moto challange lovingly named, The ICON Mini Bike Roundup. We couldn't do it alone, so we got a little help from our friends at Coleman Powersports by way of six BT200X mini bikes. We didn't stop there, because what's a party with out friends? Right? We gave one to our pals at, S&S, Performance Machine, The Speed Merchant, LA Choppers, and Biltwell with the instructions to put their stamp on it and bring it to Madison to compete against the self proclaimed champions - us. The build rules were simple, you couldn't take away from the frame or motor, but you could add to it. Other than that, the sky was the limit to what could be built off of the Coleman platform.

The birth of



Pint-Sized Homage

Here's what we came up with. Take a moment and feast your eyes on Half Jack, a lil' baby version of our 2012 build New Jack. Many of us here at ICON started our love for motorcycles in a similar fashion. Someone granted us access to a mini-bike, we hopped on, rode it a certain distance, crashed, and molded our life around this two-wheeled obsession. Can you blame us? What else in this life can transport you back to adolescence with the twist of the wrist? This was the opportunity needed to reconnect with our 8-year-old selves. Fortunately, we have some friends at Coleman who could facilitate the need for a little age regression and mini-moto mayhem. We dug around in the ICON Garage, sifting through our pile of parts, and found what we needed to take Half Jack from a barroom discussion to a sweet, sweet, reality.

We'll take you down to the Paradise City

Now that we're all grown up and can travel on our own, we brought our Coleman bike to the cheese-riddled state of Wisconsin. There we met our competition, compared notes, and then blasted through the capital square to the Paradise Lounge where the crowd was already waiting for our arrival.

Do you even mini-bike, bro?

There was nothing to win at the Mini Bike Roundup, no trophy, no wrestling belt, nothing. Well, nothing but honor and the respect of your peers. Some say that's better than a trophy. Some also say the Earth is flat. Basically, people people talk a lot of shit and that's exactly what started happening when once we rolled up.

Faster than a speeding bullet

We kicked off the competition with a LeMans start where a man named Magoo took off like a flash in his pink camo and chaps. The speed at which he moved took us all by surprise. It was almost as if his incredibly advanced years melted away with each turbo boosted step. Pretty sure he could've shaved a few seconds off of his sprint had he been wearing Zubaz, but that's neither here nor there.


Wicked Wheelies, Best Burnout, Keg O' War, Hold My Beer, Figure 8, Two-Up Choose Your Own Course, and the Lawyer's Slow Race were just some of the challenges that the competition faced.

Everyone's a winner, baby

When the smoke from the burnt rubber cleared, we all stood victorious. Some more than others, but mostly us. Really though, how can anyone lose when mini bikes are involved? There was thrills, spills, and smiles for miles. All of that adds up to one hell of a good time.

Drinks are on us

We didn't have a podium and we didn't have champagne, so we celebrated the only way we knew how - by showering all the teams and spectators with beer. Turns out those kegs we were pushing weren't completely empty. Who knew? Well, maybe we knew. We wore that sticky, flat beer like a badge of honor the rest of the night as we swapped 'remember when' stories with the crew.

Good game

If you were there, you were one of the lucky ones. Magic like this doesn't happen every day. We're all just kids at heart thanks to everyone involved, we got to act like it.

This is what it's all about

This is what it's all about