SIMPLER TIMES
MY 89-year-old mother-in-law is a wonderful woman. She still has all her marbles and won’t say no to a bit more champagne. Like many people of her great vintage she reckons her good old days were much better than today’s constant bad news. She often says they were better because “they were simpler times”.
The last time she said this, she got me thinking about a bike road test I read recently. The tester explained all the different engine
