Cars are all very well for when it’s cold or raining or you’re picking up a hot date. But sometimes you just need a little time inside your own head, and that’s what a bike is for.
Daniel and I are both Suzuki fans, although my fondness for weird 70’s Japanese bikes only exists because I can’t afford weird 1950’s British bikes. Daniel loves his GSXR to bits, although most recently the bits were scattered down the Inner City Bypass.
There’s a post below with the first piece I’ve written on bikes, a tongue-in-cheek look at a mate’s dyno run at the Laverda Concours. There’s plenty more to come, with a very tasty hot-rod Katana to take a look at and maybe a bit of my family’s motorcycling history, including why you can never trust a BSA Gold Star.
Perhaps when they’re both on the road and we’re both out of therapy, Daniel and I will do a comparison on mid-range Suzuki sport bikes, 40 years apart.
If anyone finds the sandwich that fell out if my bag on the ICB please let me know! You'd be surprised what you can lose when you're sliding down the road...
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