A glittering showcase of hard steel and power greeted me on the last day of the Motor Cycle Show at Earls Court. Big uns and Little uns of every shape and size to suit every taste available if you happen to have a few hundred spare quid lying around in your bottom drawer.
Magical names like Triumph, Norton, Kawasaki, Honda evoking thoughts of speed and hot summer days but dear me! not a BMW in sight save my old R60 lying in a side street. Really ‘very tasty’ some of these machines were too, and the exhibitors actually encouraged people to get on the machines and feel them for themselves. (Good sales psychology that!)
The younger element were having a whale of a time doing just that – twisting throttles and jumping up and down on kick starts though there was little chance of them starting up minus batteries and petrol.
Pity that might have been rather fun. After two hours or so of this heady atmosphere arid looking at these beautiful machines, not to mention the beautiful boys your reporter staggered to the bar in search of a quick snorter but not until he had overheard this from a six year old to his dad. “Dad, can I have that Red one over there?” The Red one happened to be a 450cc Ducati priced at £460.80.
I guess that’s something one little boy won’t be getting in his stocking for Christmas.