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. 

http://clocktowertenants.com/2011/08/i-wanna-walk-but-i-run-back-to-you.html

Perfect size.

http://clocktowertenants.com/2015/07/hop-skip-and-a.html

I want one. 

http://clocktowertenants.com/2012/07/pulling-wool-over-japanese-eyes.html

http://clocktowertenants.com/2011/11/keep-greasy-side-down.html