There’s a special place in my heart for an honest, characterful standard motorcycle. Everyone’s different, of course—and different designs speak to different people. Sometimes you can explain why, and sometimes you can’t. I’ll tell you what, though—a long time ago, in a kingdom far, far away, one of the first motorcycle crushes of my new-rider life was a scrambler. The first-gen Triumph Scrambler, with its 32.5-inch seat height, to be exact.
Alas—it wasn’t to be. New riders have new rider insecurities, of course—but the bigger challenge, in my case, was and evermore shall be my 27-inch inseam. It’s a difficult thing to explain to taller riders, or riders who at least have longer legs than I do (while riders with similarly short legs may nod their heads frantically in agreement).
