‘I just want to fettle...’
AFTER ALL THIS time you’d think I actually know better. But I don’t, I really don’t. I regularly tell myself two total and utter untruths; I weave a tissue of lies that are totally fictitious. What are these falsehoods? Firstly I don’t need another motorcycle. And secondly, I’ve stopped doing restorations. Both are fabrications on such a grand scale that I really ought to sue myself for libel, but I’d probably lose! After a lifetime of motorcycles and two decades immersed in classics, the conclusion reached is
