Stylishly retro, in dark metallic silver, people pull up next to me at traffic lights to ask what the hell it is. The headlight is huge; the brake lights cluster in a circle around the tail lamp in a very cool way.
It's wick as an eel, eats corners, accelerates like a greyhound from a trap. The engine is quiet and smooth and there are passenger footpegs to stop addedentry whinging.
And I have furry Dalmatian ears suckered to my helment. Bliss!