Trabbies are entertaining in an ironic way. They'll pick up and go solely because of gearing, and 2-stroke torque.
The best way to describe them is as 'honest'. They are what they are, and nothing more. They make no qualms about being special - they just move you from point A to point B and ask for nothing more than maintenance and a little care.
Anyway, it looks like the sort of thing I might enjoy.
Too many things these days are like a chinese oak table. It's only oak in that it's 'oak' shavings held together by PVA glue, and sandwiched between textured plastic veneer. The iron slag ion the middlle gives it the right weight.
The best way to describe them is as 'honest'. They are what they are, and nothing more. They make no qualms about being special - they just move you from point A to point B and ask for nothing more than maintenance and a little care.
Anyway, it looks like the sort of thing I might enjoy.
Too many things these days are like a chinese oak table. It's only oak in that it's 'oak' shavings held together by PVA glue, and sandwiched between textured plastic veneer. The iron slag ion the middlle gives it the right weight.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.