I love the throaty roar of a parallel twin, echoing back between tall buildings – at once I feel like a rocker; which way to the beach?

I love the full orchestra of a four-stroke triple, engulfing me in a range of harmonics as the tacho pulls right round the dial, then into the next gear and it all happens again.

Down behind the fairing bubble, I love the goosebumps on my neck when an in-line four rockets towards the horizon with a shriek like tearing fabric.

I love the urgency, the howl and the smooooth power delivery of a two-stroke multi.

I love the ‘hammers of hell’ drumbeat of a big ninety-degree vee-twin on meggas – it doesn’t just proceed down the road; it attacks it.

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I love the lithe flickability of a sporting lightweight. On a blustery day, with a long distance to go, I love the armchair comfort and steadying mass of an early Jap heavyweight. On a dark night, miles from home, I even love the reassuring drone of an early Honda four. Sometimes I love the quiet satisfaction of a solo ride. Other times, I love the cheerful company of fellow riders. Getting into classic bikes 5 years ago was the best thing I ever did. Through RealClassic and the VMCC, I have had so many new experiences and met so many people – long may it continue!

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