Who would have thought that I would ever fall head over heels in love … with a roadbike!?
I’m no good at talking about torque.
I had one of these once. That’s because I always wanted a sidecar bolted onto a machine that might have seen service in Manchuria with the People’s Liberation Army.
Tricky thing, time – turn your back for a second and it runs away like a busted stopwatch.
Look at this beautiful machine. The picture was taken just after sunrise on the bridge over the Crocodile River at the Broederstroom T-junction.
THERE’S a trick to kicking a big bike into life. Ask me, I once owned a big old Yamaha XT500 which turned winter into summer as I kicked and sweated and swore while hunting for that sweet spot that would stir the reluctant motor into purring happiness.