Back in the 1960s, lightweight two-strokes, which the British motorcycle industry had produced in droves, were virtually a throw-away item.
Not that anybody actually threw anything away in those days, it somehow went against the grain of generations of make-do-and menders.
But there was a point when a worn-out machine, especially an ever so humble daily rider, could generally be considered beyond reclaim, destined to moulder at the back of the shed, the barn, under an old carpet in the yard or, and it pains me to say this, stuffed into a hedge on a dark and moonless night.
Read more in May’s edition of CBG
