| So, why didn't that glorious bike turn into something that everyone wanted. Why did BSA give up the ghost in front of the Japanese. I remember the howl of the first Rocket three I saw as it zooomed past me on an airport track in Texas many moons ago, but by then the game had been lost I guess. The pitfalls of resting on one's laurels for way too long.
BSA could have been with us today.
BTW, boootiful bike, that! Very cherry! |