I love my Spada and I feel a great burden of responsibility to spread the word about what great high mileage, sweet-handling, rain-or-shine, day-in day-out bikes they really are (OK; once you’ve found a way to stop beating your kneecaps on the fairing lowers and have sorted the front forks out). But I am not so smitten that I don’t realise that in some quarters this is the love that dare not speak it’s name. No more! As I suspected all along, beneath the Spada’s plain but functional exterior, like a starlet in a boilersuit, lurks this …
… the TTre. Peachy or what?
Thank you Officine Rossopuro. I can hold my head high once more.
