Martyn Halcrow

A Taxi Driver Writes

In 1977 I bought a new motorbike for the first and almost certainly the last time. It was a Honda 400/4. I think it was the best-selling motorbike the company ever made and I bored a lot of people by explaining why it was so good. It was beautiful to look at, sparsely furnished with a minimum of chrome. It handled well. It cost £729. This figure was critical. Had the cost been £829, one’s enthusiasm for all the other features would have been choked off. It is inconceivable to me that this bike could have been produced by a socialist economy. It was trying too hard to be perfect.

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