Grazie Mille!
I knew I shouldn’t have looked at the message, but resistance proved futile. There it was, a 2000-year Aprilia RSV Mille, complete with enough scratches to make it look like a cat-savaged clawing pole.
My head was telling me ‘no’, but my heart was doing the maths and working out how I could muster the £550 asking price for the abundance of bits and bolts that chaperoned the lifeless, rolling chassis. On the one hand this was the bargain of the century; on the other, it would count as the third project bike in my ownership that didn’t run or function. I’ve got something of a problem, you see, but this time it was different. This time I was going to
