Today’s appreciating classic motorcycles were once commonplace, often parked on the kerbside outside office blocks or found leaning against grubby factory walls. These time machines are now highly prized, polished, and ridden by gents in snug-fitting leathers.
It could be an inline six-cylinder Honda that resonates with you or the crackle of the infamous ‘Widowmaker’ from the lads at Kawasaki.of the past is intrinsically fixed in our memory banks. We have all known the apprentice who snaffled a brochure on the way home from the dealer on Wednesday night only to return on Saturday morning with his entourage of leather-clad mates, eager to see him throw his brown pay packet down on the counter as a deposit on the latest Barry Sheene replica.
