This ‘character’ has been used to describe Vincents and Broughs since Adam was a lad, generally down to those big loping V-twin donkeys. The fact that the vestigial brakes and questionable user friendliness were integral parts of that package was generally glossed over. Other such bikes to cop the ‘C’ word crop up from time to time; the tingle felt after rolling off the throttle of a Gold Star (50s/60s BSA Clubman racer, 350 or 500cc, gave many a lad his first break into road-racing) on a crisp morning on that long road down into Devil’s Bridge will give anybody with a pulse and a couple of litres of Mobil 1 coursing through their veins a proper visceral thrill. Trust me, it’s standing the hairs up on my Gregory right now.
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