HE'S BAAAAACK . . . . SAN DIEGO DEFINITELY IS GERMAN FOR WHALE'S VAGINA . . . . THOUGHT I'D TRY TO WRAP THIS INTO A BIKE AND BURGUNDY TYPE DEAL . . . . ONE OF "THE" FUNNIEST FLICKS I'VE EVER SEEN . . . . I JUST HOPE THEY DON'T FUCK UP THE SEQUEL . . . . HOLLYWOOD SCREW UP A SEQUEL . . . . ???? NOOOOOOOO !!!!

I don't know about managing to throw a Trident, T150 or T160, or a Hurricane or Rocket III, but I've had the pleasure of punting a few of all of the above around in the dim, distant nineties and if they were in good fettle it was always a thrill . . . . smooth, turbine like power delivery given the 120 degree crank throw set up, not shabby handling and quite bloody quick for when they were released . . . . 'Slippery Sam' was still racking up race wins long after both Meriden and Small Heath were just a memory.



Sadly, the Pommy triple in all it's forms coincided with the advent of the CB750/4, the Z900 and it was all over Red Rover, playing catch up was never going to set the 'shit' to rights and the deathknell of the once great British motorcycle industry sounded with a deafening clarity . . . . even the Harris Trumpy's were plagued with quality control issues and Norton's rotary was a dismal failure . . . .

Thankfully, the allure of the pre '75 Brit bikes only seems to be growing with time and the number of quality, passionate custodians and caretakers similarly, thus insuring their ongoing survival, and that's a fucking good thing !!!! Long live the legends from the shores of old Blighty !!!!