last was that there was but a single motorcycle in my life. It was certainly very long ago, although I’m struggling to remember exactly how long. The mid/late 1970s, perhaps? As well as being annoyingly imprecise, my memory is increasingly random. I remember being utterly adamant that no one needed more than a single bike; a bike which would do anything, go anywhere, and generally fulfil every use anyone could have for a motorcycle. This is, as I’m sure you agree, the perfect situation. Or something.
