None of it makes sense - bikes are potentially dangerous, old Porsches are potentially dangerous, both are tonic for the soul.
But to me riding in boots just feels decent. Riding in shoes feels like driving in flip flops and looks a bit village.
Anyway, here are my three:
1961 IWL Berlin. I bought this off eBay as a bunch of parts in three plastic boxes, and rebuilt it in my office. This is the one I'll never sell.
Trumpet Tiger 800XC. A bit too tall and heavy for me - I've fallen off this more times than I can count, mostly whilst trying to park it, and once at speed, whilst failing to negotiate an Austrian motorway off-ramp. It's looking a bit battered now, but I love it. Big screen, comfy seat, boggy suspension and heated grips. And that engine.
1978 Honda C90. Brown, rusty, oily rag thing. I love these bikes, but I never ride this one. Sort of like a shite jacket that you never wear but can't muster the energy to throw away.
