Misunderstood motorcycles
If there was a Society for the Defence of Unjustly Maligned Bikes (so, DUMB?), I reckon I’d be a shoo-in for its presidency. Admittedly, I haven’t had spectacular success suggesting that Harley-Davidsons aren’t all unwieldy monsters, or that modern maxi-scooters have as much resemblance to traditional 125s as a space shuttle has to a hang-glider, but I still find lots to admire in bikes other people choose to ignore.
The ugly ducklings receiving my support this time are the post-Second
