Journeyman
We'd been enjoying one of those surprisingly rare unplanned meet-ups. You know, the sort of thing where every time you chat with another enthusiast and share a good time the conversation concludes with the famous 'We'll have to get together! Next time you're nearby .. .' except that things always intrude, and that 'next time' usually fails to materialise. I've known of John Young for a very long time, and known him well enough to share a chat and a laugh for a decent number of years. And I've long respected his passion for BSA /Triumph triples and been an admirer of the utterly prodigious mileage he's put in aboard machines which have something of a varied reputation for reliability. And then, quite suddenly, there we were chattering away by the…