During the 1950s and 60s, metal, grease, oil, leathers and attitude bucked tradition and sprouted a revolution in machine and masculinity, discarding ephemera for stretched tanks, clip-on handlebars and linear lines. Owning and riding a café racer was about elemental emotions, where the relationship between man and machine was visceral, borne out of intuition and a unique vision that was thoughtful, intuitive and insightful. To some it may have appeared illogical, whilst to others it was akin to pure freedom of expression honed out of rebellion. Gleaming in the sunlight, a new breed of bike roared between suburban cafés.
