WHY OLD MOTORCYCLES, ASKS ANDY?
It is a very good question. Indeed, why motorcycles at all? They are noisy, unreliable, antisocial and dangerous things, and you’ll end up wet, broken, and with with stiff bits that shouldn’t be stiff.
In 1976, I was a spotty 15-year-old living on the outskirts of Glasgow and had no interest at all in motorcycles of any kind. The familial relationships with them was that my grandad had a Lambretta and my father had ridden his brother’s Coventry Eagle into a wall. I discovered later
