An amazing motorcycle
Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:28 am
:lick:
I saw an amazing motorcycle parked downtown in Wellington, outside my favourite secondhand bookshop, a couple of days ago: a Mike Hailwood Replica - the old one. I've seen a few of them before, but the way this one shone from sixty feet away indicated that it was something special.
Closer up, I could see a couple of small extra flared pieces on the fairing, very tastfully done, and the shine on the red, white and green, and on the Contis, was almost blinding. I saw the plate read MHR82. Everything was immaculate.
Another bloke stopped to look, and we both started making strange low noises and saying thinkgs like 'Look at this ...' 'Hey, what about this!', and so on, and then I saw something so beautiful, I could hardly believe I was seeing it. The bevel gear covers had large glass viewing holes in them! They were as big as the palm of your hand, beautifully fitted into the machined alloy, and you could see the bevel gears, all shiny with oil. 'Look at this!' I shouted. I caught a wiff of the oil. This motor was hot! I put my hand down close to the glass, not to touch (I felt I couldn't do that) but just to feel the warmth of the motor. I was getting really excited.
Just then, my crazy old man, who had been waiting in the car, came over to get me away, and the owner of the MHR turned up. I managed to say a few words to him, but he wasn't a talker, and was probably tired of people like me after owning the bike for a year. He said he had no more Ducatis at home, and he smiled warmly when I said I had a 750 Paso. 'They're great bikes,' he said. My old man dragged me off.
I saw an amazing motorcycle parked downtown in Wellington, outside my favourite secondhand bookshop, a couple of days ago: a Mike Hailwood Replica - the old one. I've seen a few of them before, but the way this one shone from sixty feet away indicated that it was something special.
Closer up, I could see a couple of small extra flared pieces on the fairing, very tastfully done, and the shine on the red, white and green, and on the Contis, was almost blinding. I saw the plate read MHR82. Everything was immaculate.
Another bloke stopped to look, and we both started making strange low noises and saying thinkgs like 'Look at this ...' 'Hey, what about this!', and so on, and then I saw something so beautiful, I could hardly believe I was seeing it. The bevel gear covers had large glass viewing holes in them! They were as big as the palm of your hand, beautifully fitted into the machined alloy, and you could see the bevel gears, all shiny with oil. 'Look at this!' I shouted. I caught a wiff of the oil. This motor was hot! I put my hand down close to the glass, not to touch (I felt I couldn't do that) but just to feel the warmth of the motor. I was getting really excited.
Just then, my crazy old man, who had been waiting in the car, came over to get me away, and the owner of the MHR turned up. I managed to say a few words to him, but he wasn't a talker, and was probably tired of people like me after owning the bike for a year. He said he had no more Ducatis at home, and he smiled warmly when I said I had a 750 Paso. 'They're great bikes,' he said. My old man dragged me off.