People forget that a cafe racer was once a fast motorbike not some sh#tbox made from any old air-cooled twin shock bike and sold to hipsters to ride to Bondi. Thank our lucky stars performance and style were given equal weight, unless it was just a fluke. It’s refreshing to feel some actual big steps forward and even better, I reckon, that I’m riding a cafe racer bike that actually rides like a proper motorcycle. I’m actually almost lost for words for the first time in a long time after years of fairly mundane updates by Triumph in the range. This thing is a bloody weapon, I’m telling you! It stops, steers, corners and accelerates in ways that defy the specifications. I’ve gone from half asleep to wide awake and from unenthusiastic to totally pumped. ![]() ![]() Three laps in to learn the short track and I suddenly find myself riding the crap out of this bike, clipping every apex and grinning from ear to ear.
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