TOP TRIPLE!
Everyone I know indulges in harmless obsessions. Many of my own involve deciding that I absolutely need a particular motorcycle, whereupon no advert, no auction, no online enthusiasts' group is safe. I plot and I scheme and I find a few, make a shortlist, consider the familial and financial outcomes and .. . do nothing.
Usually.
Sometimes I even abuse my happy position as a Top Magazine Chappie and go ride one of the chosen few, but mostly I resist that wicked temptation.
Mostly .
So it was when Rowena of this parish remarked that she was prepping a feature on my almost-favourite Triumph, the T160 Trident. All things being equal, you should be able to read about this elsewhere in this very issue, and a truly handsome machine it is, as are all T160s. I've ridden lots of them and owned only one. Why only one? Because for some time that Tl 60 - nicknamed Smoky Joe by friends and colleagues because of its studied emulation of a Soviet coking oven when nice and hot and under throttle - held the sad distinction of being the least reliable, most costly motorcycle I had ever owned. But when it ran
