i blame it all on my dad - he just finished this beauty up. scott flying squirrel. 2-stroke water-cooled 1930s glory. first ride out i took the pan-euro as chase truck. then when we had a few bits dialed in went home for the shov so i could ride something fun too. although dad refused to swap half way - apparently he wont ride something with those "bloody stupid handlebars" and the "feet in the wrong place"
