they were made well, were reliable, and would go up to 100mphWith British bikes before about 1980, and any bike before the 1950s, that was a pretty impressive trifecta. I once watched a rider of a 1950s BSA single stop by the side of the road and get a tool kit and drip tray out of his backpack to work out what was wrong. A drip tray.
Another bend: and I have the honour of one of England' straightest and fastest roads. The burble of my exhaust unwound like a long cord behind me. Soon my speed snapped it, and I heard only the cry of the wind which my battering head split and fended aside. The cry rose with my speed to a shriek: while the air's coldness streamed like two jets of iced water into my dissolving eyes. I screwed them to slits, and focused my sight two hundred yards ahead of me on the empty mosaic of the tar's gravelled undulations.posted by Fiasco da Gama at 8:18 PM on April 28, 2010 [1 favorite]
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