Thanks for the input Guys!
OK - here's another dose of mind numbing nostalgia for you
Today, this is Arnold's - on [wait for it!] - Rhu na Haven Rd !!!
Now! - back in the good old Sixties when folks had proper, sensible names like Jimmy and Senga - this street had the proper, sensible name of Hamilton Rd, and Arnold's wasne Arnold's - it was
And they had one of these in the window
I used to travel by bus from Uni, back home.
The route passed the showroom, and one day I spotted that cute little Duke on display in the window and just fell in 'luve'
Often, I would get off the bus near the showroom and linger for a quick ogle - quite content to walk the rest of the distance home, full of the joys of Spring
Just as well that I was skint, and couldn't afford to buy the bike, because in truth, Ducatis of the Sixties were a prospect best left to the realms of fantasy - Quality Control was somewhat 'Domani Domani'
Friends did their best to dissuade me from my passion, but I was undeterred!
I used to reply - well, so what, if it only goes 300 yds before it breaks - at least you arrive in style
They used to play 'Smoke gets in your eyes' on the juke box, and laugh at me.
Nutured my secret passion for Dukes for the next ten years - dreamed the dream,scrimped and saved up all my hard earned pennies, and in '75 I bought myself a beautiful new 900SS Desmo
Was I cool man?
Was I cool
I fired it up outside the showroom, and set off towards the golden horizon in a blaze of glory - that unmistakable macho V Twin rumble accompanied by the adoring applause of the large assembled crowd.
Well! you've guessed it!
I have to admit that I did make it further than 300 yds, but not much, before the mighty beast stuttered to an unceremonious halt, with ominously large volumes of oily fumes burping out of its beautiful chrome Contis.
Never was there a more apt Swan Song for this than - 'Smoke gets in your eyes'
Thoroughly disheartened, as I waited at the roadside for the cavalry to come to the rescue, this wee guy stops beside me, his een dancing on his cheeks, and says - 'Haw Mister - that bikes a stotirr'
I thought - Ok so I only made it 300 yds, but at least I arrived in style! - talk about Deja vu!
Better stop all this reminiscing, because I can feel the urge to get my loons down from the loft and try them on again
Oops perhaps on second thoughts, not a good idea really, because I now remember they are 32" waist.
I know Ducati owners like pain but there is a limit!