It’s almost impossible to even consider a discussion of cafe racers without a history lesson.
Today it seems everyone and his brother wants to own a one-off special. And if they cant build it themselves they look to other people to do it for them. The chaps at Deus Ex Machina, our friend Jason Michaels at Dime City Cycles, or one of the other specialist artisans in the army of bike builders and customizers that has grown up in the last few years.
Its been quite some time since this was last the case. And wed like to think it all started in England sometime after WWII. Every young turk around was restless to be able to get from A to B and to do it as fast as possible. It was, and still is, an incontrovertible fact that the least expensive way to get from A to B fast is to get a motorcycle. Which is exactly what happened. In the absence of specialist shops to soup-up stock models young Rockers simply rolled up their sleeves and started modifying their BSAs, Triumphs, Nortons and Vincents themselves.
Which, of course, is subconsciously why everyone today wants to rebel against the system and tear it up on a custom built cafe racer. Even if it's a Ducati that was built from scratch by an incredibly skilled technician and ridden by a corporate attorney on the weekend. They're still a part of the Rocker DNA which just cant be escaped as you swing your leg over her and take her out for a good thrashing to within an inch of your life.
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