If you knew you were never going to die, would you
still believe in your God? We recently put this question to a Muslim
friend of ours who had to think for a minute and cluck his tongue a
couple of times before finally deciding that no, he probably wouldn't.
"What would be the point?" he said.
Which kinda sums up the whole religious paradigm,
doesn't it? People believe in God, or Allah, or Jehovah, or whoever
simply because it's a hedge against mortality. It's the final desperate
hope of men and women headed towards an indifferent eternity. It’s the
existential fingernails of the human race sliding down the walls of
On the day after Lee Rigby, a 25 year old British soldier, was murdered on
a London street in broad daylight (as if that really makes a
difference), the entire question of "faith" has come under renewed
Now we hear
calls for the various communities to come together and not do what the
so-called "terrorist killers" wanted the communities to do, which is to
descend into urban warfare and backlash and spill blood in an orgasmic religious
fervour in the name of the great prophet.
But communities? Plural? Shouldn't that be
community, singular? Fact is, this ongoing divisive multicultural
experiment is likely to simply throw up new and inventive ways for the sickos, the
scumbags, the fanatics, the losers, the no-hopers, the extremists and
the general dross of humanity to indulge their primal need for
attention, recognition and approbation.
"In short, we need to get the
and get Saatchi and Saatchi in."
The Muslim community is said to be shocked and is
largely distancing itself from this "act of barbarism", to quote Home
Secretary, Theresa May. And even if it's true that this community is not
directly responsible, it is nevertheless indirectly at least partly to
blame for providing the long grass within which the hatchet-wielding,
new-age, Koran-thumping, bomb-throwing medievalists hide and find succor.
No, we're not advocating hate for any "community". Far
from it. But we are suggesting that the rampant evil of organised religion is
not something that can be tolerated any longer in a civilised country
or, for that matter, in the civilised world. In an age of suitcase-sized
nuclear weapons, it's simply too dangerous. Sooner or later, something
very big will go bang.
The time to get the troops out of the Middle East
and Afghanistan is long overdue. This isn't, after all, a winnable
military war that can be campaigned on a conventional battlefield. This
is an ideological apocalypse that needs to be fought not with smart
bombs and drones and air strikes and boots on the ground, but with
relentless corrective propaganda.
In short, we need to get the soldiers out and get
Saatchi and Saatchi in.
We need the ad men. We need people who can sell ideas. We need people
who can change minds. We need people who can instil a concept in the
minds of others. We need to drive home the idea that organised
religion, of all kinds, is simply organised superstition. We need to
expose it for what it is. We need to laugh at it. Ridicule it. Dismantle
it. Pull it to pieces.
And we urgently need to stop paying lip-service to it.
Nick Griffin of the British National Party called
Islam "a nasty, vicious faith". Well they're all pretty nasty and
vicious when given enough rope. Look at the Spanish Inquisition. Look at
purges in India and elsewhere in the Far East. Look at Nazism and communism, which are just
religions of a different kind.
The UK, and other Western nations, have paid out far too much of that rope in
recent years and needs to start jerking some leads. Bigtime.
soldier—this man—is dead not simply because a couple of deluded
(pick your epithet) hacked the life out of him with a knife and a meat cleaver, but also
because the social petri dish in which he existed, and was serving,
allowed other nasty cultures to grow and thrive.
But has the UK government, and other Western
governments, really got the stomach to take on this fundamental schism
in British society?
Probably not, we figure. Not yet, anyway.
Long established and world class US parts distributor,
DomiRacer, is being sold off and broken up.
The liquidators have moved in following the announcement by Reba
Schanz, widow of DomiRacer founder Bob Schanz, that she wants out.
And why shouldn't she? Reba's been running the classic motorcycle
business since 2003 when husband Bob (former editor of defunct Cycle
magazine) died, and like the rest of us, she isn't getting any younger.
Cincinnati based DomiRacer Accessory Mart began in 1969. The business
set sail slightly ahead of the classic bike boom of the 1970s and 1980s
and soon established itself as a purveyor of prime parts and performance
paraphernalia for British and European motorcycles built between 1930
and 1980. The firm also created an advanced ordering system and quickly
networked with businesses around the world that were looking for the
right part at the right price.
DomiRacer largely sourced its vast supply from collections across the
USA, and further afield. Where parts were unavailable, the firm
recreated them and reintroduced over 500 items to the market.
Now the liquidators have the onerous job of dismantling the business
and realising as much cash as it can. On offer are over 26,000 parts
lines, a 30,000 square foot warehouse, and six staff who are out of a
job unless someone wants to take on the business as a going concern.
And you'd think that that would be quite likely. The DomiRacer brand,
after all, might not be up there with Gucci and Harley-Davidson, but
it's nevertheless squarely on the map and is probably still capable of
turning a few pennies. In fact, the total value of the disposal is said
to be around $3million, with a parts retail value of around $12million.
We're talking about items for Benelli, BSA, Ducati, Honda, Moto Guzzi,
Norton, Triumph, Vincent, plus collectibles, antiques, literature,
backlit signage, petrol pumps, British telephone boxes, antique
furniture, office equipment, and much more. But we're not sure exactly
what stage the disposal is at because the liquidation is well underway,
and much of the business is already broken up.
Moreover, someone at the liquidators pressed the wrong button and
sent out the incorrect date for the auction which has rippled around the
world. But we've just checked and here's the position:
The auction starts on 11th June 2013, with inspection from
8th-10th June 2013.
The liquidators are Liquid Asset Partners:
The auction is being handled by Cincinnati Industrial Auctioneers :
If you're interested in getting a slice of the cake, you'd better be
quick. Shame it had to end this way with what feels like vultures flying
lazy circles around the corpse, but that's business. Let's be grateful
for the 40 years of service that kept thousands of classic bikes on the
— The Third Man
When it comes to evocative sounds played on
the travelling motorcyclist's jukebox, it's hard to beat the opening
bars of Riders on the Storm by the Doors. If those haunting notes
pouring from the keyboard of Ray Manzarek's signature Vox Continental
fail to get your spine tingling, we suggest you talk urgently to your
doctor and have your nervous system checked out.
You could be dead.
Over the years, in various cafes and pubs around
the country, we've certainly spent a lot of money selecting that
particular platter and listening to it over bacon sarnies whilst
drinking stewed tea. So it's only right that we give a mention to the
man with the magic fingers.
Ray Manzarek was born on 12th February 1939 in
Chicago, Illinois, USA and died on 20th May 2013 in Rosenheim, Germany
where he was receiving treatment for The Big C.
Together with Jim Morrison, he founded the Doors
and helped set the mood and tone for a psychedelic generation entranced
by songs such as Break on Through, Hello, I Love You, L.A.
Woman and The End.
Ray occasionally took the microphone, notably on
the final two Doors albums, and was the keyboard player between 1965 and
1973; the beginning to the end. His fluid, laid-back, bassy style was
the perfect compliment to Morrison's poetic and charged lyricism.
Following Morrison's death, the remaining Doors
split. Ray became a member of numerous rising musical projects and
bands, worked as producer, author and film director.
You can't listen to the Doors without hearing
Manzarek, a man who was always overshadowed by his anarchic and
unpredictable co-founder. But his contribution to the band was huge, and
his music will endure.
Ray was 74 years old.
Indian Motorcycles is launching its new 111
cubic inch (1819cc)
49-degree, pushrod Chief at the 73rd Annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in
Sturgis, South Dakota, which starts on 3rd August 2013 and finishes on
11th August 2013.
The engine was unveiled in March at Daytona,
Florida, but the finished bike will hit the streets at Sturgis. The
price is just shy of $19,000.
"Choice is coming to American motorcycles"
proclaimed the firm in a new "sneak peek" teaser video that seems to
have forgotten that Honda, about half a century ago, already provided
the Yanks with a lot of choice—while Triumph, even earlier, offered a
few alternatives of its own (never mind Victory Motorcycles which are
currently being produced by the same parent firm, Polaris Industries).
But let's not quibble. You've got to hype your
merchandise if you want anyone to buy it, so good luck to Indian. A
little competition to Harley-Davidson can only raise the game. That's
the theory, anyway.
The sneak video peek, by the way (images immediately
didn't actually show us anything worth re-showing. Just some fast cuts
of guys building bikes and looking like craftsmen. But the new Indian
Chief currently being built at Spirit Lake, Iowa, USA certainly looks
like it's on the way, and there's a certain excitement in that.
But wait a minute? Indian Motorcycles? I-N-D-I-A-N?
In an age of political correctness, shouldn't that be Native American
It actually has quite a nice ring to it.
Native American Motorcycles. Remember where you first heard that.
— The Third Man
It's nearly always a shame when a magazine
Magazines are like people; you get to know them,
and they get to know you. They frequently develop a loyal and dedicated
fan base, and such magazines get under the skin, sometimes right down to
the DNA. And that's exactly the case with Streetfighters.
Over 22 years it's established itself and has
developed and refined its product, and a generation has grown up with
this magazine at the centre of its life.
Only, it takes more than loyal and dedicated
readers to keep a publication in the black. And at just £3.99 per copy,
Streetfighters wasn't exactly ripping anyone off with the cover
price—and thanks to the recession-that-officially-doesn't-exist,
advertising revenues had been falling steadily. Finally, publisher
Trinity Mirror pulled the plug, and Streetfighters, as a full
blown magazine, is dead.
But it's not quite over.
Streetfighters was spawned by Back Street
Heroes (BSH) magazine, and it's going back there in the form
of a 32-page monthly supplement. Whether that's viable remains to be
seen. But BSH has broad shoulders and has stayed the course when
other magazine fell by the wayside. And maybe we'll yet see the return
of Streetfighters if and when the economy improves.
Anyway, the last issue is #232, the June 2013
issue which is on sale about now, and that's that. The July issue of
BSH, #351, will carry the new Streetfighters supplement. We
hear that two editorial staff will lose their jobs, but the ad people
are staying right where they are.
The Streetfighters crew is sending
correspondence to all subscribers to sort out whatever it is that needs
sorting. Also, we hear that
FighterFest UK, the annual show organised by Streetfighters,
will still be going ahead at
Donington Park on 21/22 September 2013 and NOT at Warwick Racecourse as
— Big End
... or, more, accurately, the current owner
of the Bruce Main-Smith brand, Don Mitchell, has stopped trading. We
need to qualify that because Bruce sold up more years ago than anyone of
us here can remember. It's got to be a decade at least (and that's an
awful lot of beer sloshing around the old brain cells, hence our
inability to be more specific).
At one time, journalist Bruce was the foremost road
Motor Cycling and was in the tester's saddle when the magazine
closed in 1967. He covered some of the great stories of the age, and was
heavily involved in Vincents and Velocettes, and for a while was the
chairmen and vice president of the Vincent Owners Club. He wrote and
published numerous books and booklets, many of which are still changing
hands for respectable sums of money.
He was later one of the pioneers of classic
motorcycle literature and reprints and sold everything from books,
magazines, service sheets, blueprints, parts lists and photocopies of
articles. He traded primarily through the classic bike magazines, but
also through clubs and at shows.
The current owner of the business, Don Mitchell, has
closed his doors (since 7th May 2013) not because (we're told) the
market dried up, or because the competition on the internet was too
fierce, but for "other reasons". Whatever that means.
The remaining Bruce Main-Smith/Don Mitchell archive
must be considerable, and no doubt Don will be happy to part with all or
some of it for a suitable sum of money. We've no idea what that is, and
it's possible that Don hasn't thought much about it yet. But if you want
to cut a deal, you can reach him on: 0116 277 7669.
— The Third Man
It's on for two days only, it's free, and
you'll need to get yourself down to Shoreditch in London, EC2 if you
want to see what it's all about.
Billed as “A Celebration Of Custom Motorcycles,
Art, Photography, Design And Culture”, the show is organised by the Bike
Shed Motorcycle Club and will feature a diverse (and even unlikely)
range of "badass" customs and street cruisers.
The event takes place on May 18th and 19th 2013,
which is a Saturday and a Sunday. Donations are welcome (take a hint)
along with whatever business you can do with the trade sponsors and/or
supporters—which includes Davida, Deux Ex Machina, Baron's Speed Shop,
Redmax Speedshop, and Sideburn magazine.
The venue is The Shoreditch Studios which is very
close to the flea markets at Brick Lane and Columbia Road and will suit
anyone looking for alternative bric-a-brac and essential junk.
But the Bike Shed event, in its Shoreditch vaulted
studio locale, is a little classier with plenty of bike art, parts,
riding gear, memorabilia, films and photos on offer or on display. The
organisers describe it as "a cavern of all things retro".
Also expect a tattoo parlour, food and drink, a
hair salon and an outside courtyard stuffed with motorcycles, custom and
The venue address is: The Shoreditch Studios, 37
Batemans Row, London EC2A 3HH. It opens at 11.00am and shuts at 7.00pm.
Sounds like a hoot. But parking in that neck of the woods can sometimes
be tricky, and if you're coming by bike, bring a decent lock and chain.
— Big End
The club is telling us that for just £1 you
can win this handsome 1959 500cc Matchless G80 single. Which is true, in
theory. But in practice you probably won't win it, but someone will. And
that's how it works; you pay your money and you take your chances.
Still, one quid (or even a fiver) isn't really going to be missed, and
sometimes the wheel of fortune turns in your favour.
The second prize is £250. The third, fourth and
fifth prize is a year's membership of the AJSMOC—which sounds a little
stingy to us. Actually it sounds very stingy. The punters want
something a little more tangible than that, especially if they're
currently riding Ariels, BSAs, Nortons, Panthers, Triumphs, Velocettes
and Vincents, etc. What good's a year's membership if they haven't won
So come on guys; stump up for a pair of gloves or a
T-shirt or a bandana or something. You're one of the best funded
clubs around, and one of the best organised. We know you can do better.
Regardless, the draw takes place on 17th November
2013 at the Classic Motor Show at NEC Birmingham. Online ticket sales
will close on 10th November 2013.
If and when you win, the bike will need to be
collected from Kettering, Northants. Meanwhile, dip into your pockets
and check the link below.
If you're into classic British bikes,
there's a good chance that you're also into other aspects of classic
British culture—not least British cinema which has just lost one of its
He's hardly known anymore among the general
public, but Bryan Forbes was one of Britain's most prolific film
industry personalities and earned the respect of his professional
contemporaries as an actor, writer, director, managing-director and
producer of enormous talent and dedication.
He was born John Theobald Clarke in Stratford,
East London. He married twice (latterly to actress Nanette Newman), was
appointed CBE in 2004 and was awarded a BAFTA three years later.
As an actor, the characters he played were usually
naive, boyish, ineffectual types. But as a writer and director, he was
the driving force behind some of the great moments in classic 1960s and
1970s British cinema.
He starred in twenty-five films including:
The Small Back Room
The Colditz Story
The Guns of Navarone
The League of Gentleman
An Inspector Calls
Appointment in London
He directed fifteen films including:
Whistle Down the Wind
The L-Shaped Room
Seance on a Wet Afternoon
The Stepford Wives
The Wrong Box
The Slipper and the Rose
He also wrote dozens of screenplays, including one
for The Angry Silence, (a gripping tale about a worker refusing
to take part in an unofficial strike and is "sent to Coventry"), and
under his stewardship at EMI, other notable films were made including
The Railway Children and The Go Between.
Forbes didn't always get it right, and he famously
turned down the opportunity to direct Dr No, the first James Bond
movie. But as a director and producer, he tackled tricky subjects from
religion to child abduction to industrial unrest and brought us much of
the gritty realism for which British films of the 1960s are noted.
As an actor, he never had the commanding presence
of the stars he worked with such as John Mills, Laurence Harvey and
Richard Attenborough. But his writing, producing and directorial
instincts were usually sound, with some wonderful high points.
Overall, Forbes was pretty much a one-man film
industry. If you haven't seen his work, or can't remember when you last
saw it, consider checking it out again. His films are gems.
Forbes died aged 86.
It's that time of the year again when
Watsonian-Squire, UK sidecar manufacturer to the masses, open their
doors and invite us all in to see exactly what's new, who's who, and
where it's all at.
And this year it's at the same place where it was at
last year, which is the firm's factory premises between the Cotswold
towns of Moreton-in-Marsh and Chipping Campden.
The date is Saturday/Sunday 22nd/23rd June 2013, and
this is the company's eighth such event. Expect to find pretty much
everything sidecar related, including a collection of historic chairs.
Watsonian-Squire will also be revealing some of the stuff in their
Bring a lid if you want to test one of the firm's
demonstrator outfits, and bring the usual ID stuff (licence, proof of
Guests include "motorcycle author and world
traveller Gordon May". Others guests to be announced in due course.
Lastly, there will be food and something to drink, plus prizes for the
best sidecar outfit. Your kind of weekend? Okay. Better get along there.
Call 01386 700907 or visit
— Del Monte
Barbara Hewson, one of Britain's leading
barristers currently working at Hardwicke Chambers in London is calling
for a change in the law to lower the legal age of consent to thirteen.
Her highly contentious suggestion comes amid a
huge broadside of criticism that she's recently aimed at the UK
establishment moralists who she believes has hijacked the criminal
justice system by launching a witch-hunt against British celebrities.
The context for her outburst is centred around Operation Yewtree, the
on-going Metropolitan Police campaign intended to winkle out all the
"perverts" and paedophiles currently at large in the wilds of Britain
(but apparently mostly living in relative wealth and comfort in the
country's various celebrity enclaves from Windsor to Cheshire).
Hewson, a time-served civil law and human rights brief, thinks that the
coppers and the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) have gone way too far in
their "persecution" of the stately old men, faded entertainers and
grizzled geriatrics of Britain; men such as Rolf Harris, Stuart Hall,
Bill Roache, Dave Lee Travis, Max Clifford, Jimmy Tarbuck, Freddie Starr
and so on all the way back to "arch-pervert" Jimmy Savile, who set the
Yewtree (or is that YouTree?) ball rolling.
Hewson has suggested that we urgently call time on the Joe McCarthy-esque
witch-hunt that asks, simply; "Are you now, or have you ever been at any
point since you left the womb, a practicing pervert?"
She's not saying that we abandon all the rules, note. She's not saying
that sex offenders should be given licence to do whatever they feel they
have to do in the ongoing quest for sordid human gratification.
She's simply saying that some adjustment, balance and perspective is
needed in order to rein in the "do-gooders and moral crusaders who have
infiltrated Britain's law-enforcement apparatus".
Furthermore, she believes that the age of consent should be lowered to
thirteen, that complainant anonymity should be removed, and that there
should be a statute of limitations on the prosecution of "low level
misdemeanours" such as touching, groping and the odd bit of salacious
up-skirt/down trousers fiddling. But she agrees that we should not
become complacent with more serious sex crimes such as rape, child
"grooming", invasive molestation and so on.
Nasty stuff, huh?
But welcome to the planet Earth, stranger, because this is pretty much
what goes on down here in a world where ultimately all sexual behaviour
is predatory. The trick, says Hewson, is not to get carried away with
our sense of outrage and culturally generated prurience.
"Ordinarily, many sexual misdemeanours would not be prosecuted, and
certainly not decades after the event," she says. "What we have here is
the manipulation of the British criminal-justice system to produce
scapegoats on demand. It is a grotesque spectacle."
So who exactly are the moral crusaders that Hewson has highlighted? Well
aside from the rozzers and the serially-stupid CPS, she's referring,
notably, to the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Children (NSPCC) and the National Association for People Abused in
Both (worthy) organisations are, naturally, outraged at Hewson's
opinions, and she's already up to her neck in hate mail from the usual
reactionaries (largely on Twitter).
But it takes a brave (some would say "stupid") soul to break ranks with
social orthodoxy, especially in regard to the highly charged subject of
sex crimes involving children or young-persons. But on the other hand,
the current wave of arrests (many of them half a lifetime after the
offence) certainly has all the hallmarks of a full-blown witch-hunt and
undoubtedly has at its core an element of moral vindictiveness.
And all this comes in a week when the German authorities have clapped
irons on a 93-year-old man (Hans Lipschis) who, it's claimed, served as
a guard at the Nazi’s Auschwitz extermination camp. That was another
pretty nasty episode in the history of humanity. But seventy years after
the offence? Please...
Lucky he wasn't an alleged kiddie-fiddler too, huh? Then we'd all feel
justified in foregoing the time, expense and inconvenience of a trial
and could simply lynch the bastard, guilty or otherwise.
But what's the connection with biking? Once again,
these kind of issues and witch-hunts underline the increasing dangers of
living in a society in which the liberal right wing is allowed to force
moral codes and foment outrage upon the general population. If the
aforementioned celebs are truly guilty, and were caught within a
reasonable time frame that ensured a fair trial (and a long sentence
where appropriate) we wouldn't have much sympathy for them. But what's
equally, if not more worrying, is the rampant state-sponsored
persecution through its already overworked legal machinery.
Once upon a time the moral target was homosexuals.
Once upon a time the moral target was hippies, Catholics and immigramts.
In Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union it was once intellectuals, Jews,
artists, and writers. And even musicians. In France it was the upper
classes. In the USA it was teenagers and alleged commies.
Today, the target appears to be men in the autumn
of their years allegedly guilty of offences so old that one or two of
the supposed perpetrators can't even remember what they did, let
alone admit to.
Overall, it's not the job of the government to
establish moral frameworks. The state should set only legal benchmarks
(and some pretty firm ones with regard to child sex crimes). And it's
certainly not the role of the law enforcers to substitute legitimate
prosecution with overzealous cradle-to-grave persecution.
The hard, pragmatic, cash-in-the-pocket reality is
that there's only so much police resources available, and not much space
left in our jails. The rozzers would be better advised to leave the soft
targets alone for a bit and get the hard targets off the streets.
Somewhere on the list of counter-culture,
left-field, free-thinking, alternative lifestyles are motorcyclists.
We'd be well advised to keep a weather eye on issues such as the one
highlighted by Hewson and ensure that the moral pendulum doesn't swing
too far from the centre.
What goes around comes around, etc.
— Sam 7
We're talking importers here, not
manufacturing. So calm down everyone. The basic story, as many of you
will know, is that Watsonian-Squire, since February 2013, is no longer
the importer for Royal Enfield motorcycles.
Why not? We've heard various reasons—not least the
fact that ... well, let's not go spreading any rumours, huh? The simple
fact appears to be that Watsonian-Squire jumped and wasn't pushed, and
the firm is now focussing its efforts on its core product, which are
The new importer is MotoGB which handles MV Augusta,
Benelli, Daelim, Keeway, Sym, and LML.
MotoGB also has its corporate fingers in a few other
pies, but Royal Enfield is the new acquisition on its portfolio, and
there are ambitious plans afoot to increase sales of the marque which
have for some time been declining.
The general state of the UK economy is partly to
blame for falling demand. But there's also the fact that a Royal Enfield
simply isn't as cheap and cheerful as it used to be. And then there's
Triumph to be reckoned with which is fielding a range of Bonneville
models that cost not an awful lot more. And then there's Harley-Davidson
which is fielding an entry level Sportster at £6700.
So okay, the Bonnie and the Sportster are horses of
a different colour, but arguably not that different, and there's
plenty of crossover interest. More to the point, however, is the general
issue of price comparison. In short, Royal Enfields just don't look
that cheap anymore which, of course, was their unique selling point. The
bikes are now on a new sales platform in the big boy's playground where
the competition is fiercer.
The current prices for the 2013 Royal Enfield Bullet
range, for instance, is from £4250 to £5285. The current Triumph
Bonneville price range is from around £6399 to £7199 which in recent
years has significantly closed the gap.
"That's true," says leading Royal Enfield dealer
David Stanley of Haywards of Cambridge. "Enfields have become a little
more expensive, but the current fuel-injected range is also a lot more
motorcycle and has come a long way since the cheap and cheerful days of
the old four-speed carburettor Bullet.
"We've been with Royal Enfield for thirteen years,
and we've loved working with Watsonian-Squire, but we're also very
enthusiastic about MotoGB which is bringing fresh energy to the brand,
has cut prices, and has increased dealer commission. It's an exciting
time for us.
"Yes, Royal Enfield sales have suffered a little in
recent times dropping, for us, from around 60-70 bikes per annum to
around 20-30. But that's changing again and we've seen fresh interest
lately, not least in the new Cafe Racer 535 Continental GT model (main
image above) which should be with us in August 2013."
Meanwhile, the firm's curry-coloured Desert Storm
variant (image immediately above) looks a lot more attractive to us and
is available now.
But "Desert Storm"? In view of the huge civilian
collateral damage, we can't imagine that that name is too popular in
certain parts of the Arab-speaking world. Or maybe it's marketed there
as the Jihad or something. Can't imagine that the Desert Storm monicker
is very popular either with a lot of the British and American service
personnel who fought in the campaign.
Regardless, MotoGB has deeper pockets than Watsonian-Squire
and the UK weather has turned for the better, so we could be looking at
some fresh marketing creativity and initiatives. But that all-important
price bracket? As ever, that's a tricky one, and will be trickier in
this flatline economy.
As a footnote, Royal Enfield has just opened a new
factory in India to ramp up production, and MotoGB is looking for new
dealers across the UK. So if you're a dealer and are up for a challenge,
hit the MotoGB link below.
November 2012 Sump for more on the 535 Cafe Racer.
— Big End