Our little gang of biker cats know a thing or two about motorcycles.

 
It’s not surprising.
They’ve grown up in a motorcycle obsessed household, where there’s often a bike in the living room.

So naturally, they’ve learned a lot about motorcycles, and they want to put all that knowledge to good use.
They do that by taking on highly technical tasks that help their biker humans out.

There’s always a motorcycle cat hard at work around here.
Let me give you some examples.

When I lived in Australia, I used to hate going to motorcycle shows.

Summertime motorcycle shows would be set up in a large hangar where the temperature hovered around a million degrees.

Parking was a nightmare, and you’d have to leave your bike miles away at the edge of a massive parking lot.
Then you’d trudge for half an hour in your leathers and boots under a blazing sun, back to the hangar.

On this delightfully sweaty trek, you’d try to ignore the circling packs of suspicious, aggressive policemen just itching to make an arrest.

Finally, you’d arrive at the hangar door: scowling, sunburned, and panting.

And the fun just kept on coming…

Seen one vintage motorcycle, you’ve seen them all, right?

Oh, that’s hilarious.
It’s pure delusion.

Because a vintage motorcycle is a wonderful thing.

It’s unique.
It’s individual.

Old motorbikes have character.
They have a soul.

And old motorbikes are devastatingly beautiful…

Vintage motorcycles turn heads wherever they go.

That’s partly because they’re often mouth-wateringly beautiful, of course. But it’s also because they’re so rare.

Sometimes you’ll overtake a classic bike on the road as it rattles along in its own time warp. Or you might get to drool over a few at a specialist bike show.

But last week, I damn near overdosed on rare classic motorcycles. I got up close and personal with more than 300 vintage motorcycles under one roof.