It was hardly an appropriate scenario for a bike called Tuareg. I’m riding around the crowded M25 in a downpour on a stormy evening, two-up with son Freddie on the pillion. Visibility is horrendous, not least due to the spray being thrown up by the tyres of the trucks in front. Needless to say this doesn’t feel remotely like the Sahara.
But all things considered, the Tuareg 660 is handling these demanding conditions very well. Its engine has the power and flexibility to more than keep up with the traffic, and to provide a burst of acceleration when needed to get past a spray-spewing artic. Its chassis is
