|On Foma Nature fibre paper, toned in sepia giving it lovely chocolatey-brown blacks, if you know what I mean|
I presume it's a Harley what with that big V-engine and those beautifully curved chromed pipes. I used to know my bikes, since my dad was into his Triumph T500C in a big way. He had it before he got married and sold it in order to pay for the honeymoon, or the house or something. Then a couple of years later he bought it back and kept it until the end of his days. On a weekend morning he would get up early and ride it to Belfast when the roads were empty - probably less than an hour away at the speeds he would have used :). He'd call into Marks&Spencers (the only one in the country in those days) and get something different for breakfast. He'd be back home to bring my mum a cup of tea and a croissant before she even knew he was away.
As a lad I had various posters on my bedroom wall from my dad's copy of MotorCycleNews that he bought regularly. Ivan Mauger (speedway) and the famous Giacomo d'Agostini (what a name!) on his MV Agusta were ones I remember. Barry Sheene was a bit more recent but I think he had his place on the wall too. Anything Italian was, of course, exotic - and how could it not be with names like the Laverda Jota or Benelli Sei, with 6 cylinders - mad! A quick look at the classifieds shows a 1977 Jota currently for sale at £14,000, so clearly it has achieved iconic status.
Unfortunately not all Italian machines lived up to the dream. My Uni mate Simon had a Moto Guzzi for a while when we were undergrads in Bath. Great in principle but in practice the electrics were shot - manys the time him and I pushed it up the steep hill outside our digs in order for him to jump-start the thing before riding it non-stop back to his home in Liverpool for the weekend. Good times...for the most part, anyway. It was a big brute of a thing to push uphill, that I do remember...