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What’s that thing?” I asked myself in a pleasantly boozy haze as I waited with my girl for the 423 bus to take us home from her birthday dinner. No drink-driving/riding for me, I’m a firm believer in drink-bussing.
Anyway, parked by the bus stop was this very bright red Honda. It turns out it was a 450 SuperMoto. Despite looking at first glance like a trail bike, it had road tyres front and rear, and the