In the very early hours, driving in a city you know well becomes rather more fun than usual.
The light is special. There’s less traffic.
“When the sky is clear, the sun is shining, the crisp air adds a few BHP to the loins of your steed.”
And the cops are mostly inside grabbing that early-morning coffee and donut.
An early morning in New York City in fall wouldn’t be my first choice to test a motorcycle.
But on the odd day when the sky is clear, the sun is shining and the crisp air adds a few BHP to the loins of your steed, it’s not a bad thing at all. In fact, it’s pretty great.
Especially if you’re astride a shiny chrome Moto Guzzi V7 Racer.
“It’s still a bike you can’t leave on a street corner without people stopping to peruse, ponder and photograph.”
I took a similar machine out last summer, and it was just as I remembered: 50 BHP of retro-chic all put together with tender loving care, care that’s clear in the perfectly machined parts and details.
It’s still a bike you can’t leave on a street corner without people stopping to peruse, ponder and photograph.
People let you out in traffic. Limousines make room for you to wriggle through.
It generally adds a little VIP hustle to your progress.
Ultimately, the Guzzi’s not for racing around against the latest sports machinery, nor is it as agile as a Vespa around town.
But for gliding around before sitting to sip an espresso while pondering life, the universe and an early Manhattan morning, it’s a peach.
- Posted November 26, 2012
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- Duncan Quinn