Ever since I was introduced to a high school friend of my sister’s Moto Guzzi, of the same vintage as this one, I’ve always had a special fondness for them. When my sister first told me about his bike, I was maybe nine or so, and I thought she was saying “Motor Goosie”. Are you sure, Ruth? That was a new one for me. But when I saw it at a football game, I read its name, and fell in love.
I shot a really fine Guzzi a few years back, but never got around to it, like so many hundreds of other cars and trucks and bikes and trains. Maybe one of these days. But in the meanwhile, I’ll just say that it’s a bit disconcerting to hear a bike that sounds so much like a Harley be so different in almost every way, except of course for the vee twin engine and its distinctive potato-potato idle.