So one day on our group travels to a nieghbouring town, we parked up mainstreet. Then we saw the local bike group , heard summat different in the pack , sounded like a howling growel . they parked up on oppisit side of street, just kinda staring as we were invading the patch. a guy in our crowd blurted " that one o" them kwaker triples. so we all walkd over to look at the icon. fk me some-one says " its a 750" . Yip and the guy that owned it was a cocky shit, So one of our group [RD400] chalenged him" race yeh"
Yeah " round the streets", So the H2C owner agrees" Well they took off screamin , H2 In lead. we all waited 10 mins later we saw them cum round corner at street end " the RD Had passed him" we all cheerd , shoutin " took him on his home patch.
Wen they stopped we asked wat happened , our guy says just tailed him round the schemes an passed him on last corner, H2 cudna streach its legs, and That RD rider was a racer one day, The H2 rider [ puppet] as he was known had no bottle.
He then [puppet] offered him out the road , but offer was declined,
[kno ur limmitations], So that was my first encounter with the triple, at 17, I never forgot the noise. now i own a H2, and love that sound