Words by: DUNCAN QUINN
Photos by: NICOLAS RAMIREZ
Of course that’s not to say I don’t appreciate the static eye candy provided by a beautiful machine at rest, or raise an eyebrow at the figures quoted for power, torque and all that other good stuff. The problem is it's all a bit like looking at a bottle of 61 Palmer and trying to imagine what it tastes like without ever having tried it. Or agreeing with a friend that a spectacularly beautiful girl would make a great mate when without actually experiencing it its all pure unadulterated conjecture. So I can’t say I was that electrified when a few people asked me to go to have a gander at the International Bike Fair in New York this past week. Sometimes I have to suffer for my sins so I snuck in just before the leather clad hordes and managed a whirlwind tour taking in the highlights. Without the smell of burned rubber, exhausted fuel and adrenaline the experience is a little sanitized but there we’re still some items to tickle my fancy.
Naturally given my penchant for all things red and racy I had to wander past the Ducati stand to check out the new Panigale (despite having warmed her seat at the opening of the new Ducati store in NYC the previous evening). She’s a beaut and I’m looking forward to taking her for a blast up Route 1 sometime very soon.
The swanky selection of hand built custom choppers and cafe racers was worth a review, although neither of my favourite builders were there. Jason Michaels was no doubt fueling his need for speed somewhere and Lucas Joyner got sidetracked finishing some of his fancy celebrity clientele projects. Nonetheless there were some real winners to be seen.
It was hard to walk past the Enfield stand as well. Despite having the huff and puff of a storm in a teacup I’ve always found the idea of the Enfield appealing, if only due to the movie in my head of English nutters blasting around in India through scenes of color, spice and all things nice.
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