Monday, December 28, 2015

even Santa

My first-ever scoot was a free, crushed and bent 1968 Triumph Bonneville my Dad “and I” somewhat straightened, and got back on the road.

I was 16 that Summer.

It was insane, like piloting a weaving upright piano. 

I was terrified. But I liked it.

So this new Thruxton sings songs to my heart.

A modern version of a direct descendant. 

Perfect size.

I want one. 

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