Sasha Grey was probably faking her famous Tasered-animal squealing in all those wonderful grown-up films she starred in. I hope not, because she had me convinced she was genuinely having a great time. Much like the genuinely great time I had belting around on Mr Bloor’s amazing, all-new, venom-filled streetfighter. More grunt, less weight, tonnes more hate, and iced with the congenital hooliganism that defines all Speed Triples, this is a game-changer for Triumph.
The entire review can be found HERE. Or you should just go test-ride the bastard and then try calling me a liar.
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