Electric WARRIOR

Commandos are like boomerangs. Every time I dismount, pat the bike on its tank in a sad old hippy gesture of thanks and hand it back to its inevitably proud owner, I am confident that I'm unlikely to ride another. Then just like a boomerang (ish) another Commando turns up. Which in its turn tends to after my thinking, somehow, to the point where I actually do believe that the last Commando I rode was the best Commando I've ever ridden. Which is a unique mixture of tripe and nonsense, because I've ridden lots of Commandos, some bad, some superb and some actually brilliant.

I ran a Mk3 Roadster of my own for centuries and expected to keep it forever, until an unwelcome change in circumstances stopped me enjoying it any more. Unwisely and indeed unusually, I reacted at once and sold it. Just like that. And in some ways I've regretted it ever since, not least because although I've ridden a few examples of Norton's charismatic and capable twin since that sad parting of the ways, none of them was actually as good to ride as my old Mk3, beautifully rebuilt by Norvil as the bike I intended to keep forever. That actually was the best Commando. According to my memory, at any rate, and that may be variable, depending.

And the last Commando I had the pleasure of thrashing just a little was another Norvil-built machine- a new one, not a rebuild - around a year ago. Fond memories of a totally superb machine surfaced once again. Maybe I should get another...

You've already guessed what's coming, unless I'm