Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Day 425, Matchless
The t-shirt is red and black, the colours of the anarcho-syndicalist flag.
There was no sign of any of that at the motorcycle factory in Plumstead, oh no.
Push rods, manually timed ignition, the smell of hot oil, that's what these bikes had, no political affiliation as far as it is possible to tell.
However they were machines for the masses, not like your luxury vehicles such as Vincent, the Norton, and to a lesser extent Triumph.
These were motorcycles for workers, not for the greasers zipping up and down the North Circular and stopping off in the Ace Cafe.
Steady, reliable, made out of industrial grade dull metal stuff.
That's not to say that the greasers wouldn't have been workers, no.
But fashion is a costly affair, and fashion was not what these machines were about.
Hence the t-shirt ...
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