I don’t know about other Dear Readers, but I fully intend to have my obituary (warts and all) posted on this site. In the interim, a self indulgent post on classic English motorcyles which, when tweaked and kitted out became Cafe Racers. Cafe Racers were a specifically British phenomena of the late ’50s and ’60s. Never a Harley or any other similar American junk in sight. When I was a misspent princeling, here was the bike to own.
Came in three basic colours and this one is equipped with clubman low bars. Very basic boy racer style personified.
Only seen a few in my life, but they entered popular consciousness due to the Chiko Roll ad. Note: for the unitiated, the Chiko Roll was a perfectly shitty concoction consisting of cabbage, MSG and deep fried batter and was to be avoided at all costs. And if you are having problems sourcing this delicacy, HERE is the reason.
But this was the bike some of us could afford. A frame which flexed on corners, horrendous acceleration and you could accidentally wheel stand at 120kmp. Buy one on hp and never get to see out your repayment schedule. Russian roulette on two wheels.
And if you become a dot.com millionaire, this is the machine for you.
Okay, got this itch out of my system.