TALES FROM THE SHED

I was entirely spoiled by last month’s whiz around some of Cornwall’s excellent motorcycling roads aboard one of the new Royal Enfield twins. It got me to thinking – a rare event, as I’m sure you understand. And, as always when I manage to hang a couple of semi-coherent thoughts together, I like to boast about it when out for the daily  perambulation around the cliff paths with the Better Third. So I did.

I mused aloud, which is a cunning way of disguising serious intent. I mused that I’d had a brillo day out with the Interceptor, and what a shame it was that it may be some considerable time before we can get our hands on a longterm loaner from RE’s importer. Do not be shocked, gentle reader, but there are some folk who doubt that RC readers buy new bikes. Which always makes me laugh quietly, as I know what we all talk about when we meet up, you and I. Their call. But it did make me think.

The very next week I found myself bounding off for a day out aboard another brace of big twins – they’re somewhere nearby, hopefully, so you can work out which big twins they were. I’d actually intended to get myself shaken to bits aboard a late A65 BSA – an attempt to boost my flagging enthusiasm for the A65 project in The Shed – but it was unavailable due to technical reasons. Which is one reason why I borrow bikes from traders, mostly. They usually work.