Country roads, virgin summer air, and the golden hour; there's nothing quite like an aimless cruise through the coiled mountain roads in our home state of New Hampshire, especially unmatched on a classic 1968 Triumph Bonneville T120R. It brings to mind a bygone era and dare I say a simpler time where most all of our contemporary amenities hadn't even been conceived of. People went to the movies, memorized phone numbers, and the farmers market was called the grocery store.
Old bikes have a unique way of transporting and connecting us to our past. They have the power to carry us, even for just a fleeting moment, both forward and back. They shake loose a genuine nostalgia that can be so easily obscured by the pace of the modern world.