Why do I want another one?
Old Brits – worn out, useless, vibratory pieces of shite.
Leak more oil than the Amoco Cadiz, never run properly, crap lights.
Ok as a boat anchor. Useless as transport.
Done that. Never, ever again.
Lambrettas – about as reliable as a hand grenade with the pin removed, slower than glacial drift and ridden by cider drinking inbreds in fake grass skirts.
All aftermarket spares seemingly made from compressed cheese and a hatred of humanity.
Guilty.
East European stuff.
Ridden originally because the owners couldn’t get anything better.
Uglier than an anal prolapse. All the engineering subtlety of a flagging maul.
I loved my old MZ and quite fancy a new Jawa.
Or a Ural.
And now, the final insult:
I quite fancy a Jap cruiser.
Possibly a VN800/900.
All the class and style of a rotting badger combined with the comfort of a pair of thumbscrews.
I know. Awful isn’t it?
God help me.
Is there a cure?
Excorcism?
I do love decent bikes too, but keep being drawn to the motorycling equivalent
of herpes.