Confessions of a Middle-Aged Learner Biker part 2
The last column ended with the confession that, having passed my test and ventured onto the open road, I soon realised that speed was not the goal of biking for me. My wife was far more confident in the saddle than I, and I was as tired of being left behind on long rides as she was having to wait for me to catch up when she reached our destination.
Having realised that I was no speed freak, but a very happy fair-weather biker, the plan had been to trade in our two bikes (hers a Suzuki GSXR1000 and mine a Honda VFR 800) and then spend some time building up his and hers classic brat bikes. We wanted individuality, some style, and enough to power to be safe, but not to terrify, in short, ideal bikes for a middle aged couple in the summer.
What we both shared in our search was the desire for a torquey single cylinder engine, and even perhaps with two bikes of a similar capacity so that we would be evenly matched in performance if not in skill.
Of course, best laid plans and all that, neither of us had foreseen the year that was to come in 2020 and although we had sold the bikes and had money burning a hole in our pockets for new toys, the first lockdown in March meant that we were stymied at just the time at which we had planned to begin the search for our new classics. I had my heart set on something British, possibly a Royal Enfield or even a Triumph, while my wife remained ever faithful to the Japanese brands and was eyeing up various Suzukis.
Throughout that first three months, while we scoured the web, devoured blogs, reviews and ownership guides to what felt like hundreds of bikes, never quite reaching the right conclusion. Too big, too heavy, too unreliable; the list went on and we felt we were getting nowhere until we hit upon the ideal solution, new bikes with retro styling.