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My love affair with riding started several years ago with a vintage (read unreliable) 71 Lambretta scooter.
It was loud, it ate and spewed oil, it refused to start, it refused to stop, it argued, and the electrical was a hot mess.
Eventually I got tired of pushing instead of than riding, and decided to settle down with a proper old lady.
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Whereas the hot Italian was a fiery love affair, the Bonneville is the young lass that you can take to meet your mother. She doesn’t make a mountain out of a molehill, she makes sure I get to work on time, and on weekends she takes me out on trips to the countryside.
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