Words by: DUNCAN QUINN
Sunset and sunrise are special no matter where you are. The leaving of the old and the coming of the new.
Its in the wee small hours that driving in a city you know well can become rather more fun than usual. The light is special. There’s less traffic. And the cops are mostly inside grabbing that early morning coffee and donut.
New York in the 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 its pretty good.
|Especially if you’re astride a shiny chrome Moto Guzzi V7 Racer.|
We had one last summer in a different color palate. But essentially the same machine. 50 bhp of retro-chic all put together with tender loving care. You just have to look at the machined parts and the details to see that.
Its still a bike you can’t leave on a street corner without people stopping to peruse, ponder and photograph. Its literally that beautiful in the flesh.
People let you out in traffic. Limousines make room for you to wriggle through. And generally it adds a little VIP hustle to your progress.
Ultimately its not for racing around against the latest sports machinery, or as agile as a Vespa around town. But for gliding around before sitting to sip an expresso while pondering life, the universe and everything, its a peach.
Once you add the optional second seat it may well be the perfect pulling machine. In more ways than one.
Moto Guzzi V7 Racer: ***** Still shines in chrome
Manhattan of a Morning: ***** There’s no place like it
Pastis for a Coffee: **** Perfect bird watching