The Egli Vincent. If ever there was a name to quicken the pulse in any red-blooded, true blue motorcyclist, it’s the Egli Vincent. It sits in the stratosphere alongside the Manx Norton, the Brough Superior, the Black Shadow. Elevated to legendary status, such motorcycles aren’t owned by us lesser mortals, they are the province of ultra-rich collectors, mostly stashed safely away in air-conditioned trophy-room garages, many rarely seeing the light of day. Or, er, not...
Roger owns this particular Egli Vincent, and he’s neither rich nor precious about it. He does have a penchant for acquiring the unusual and oddball, bordering on the exotic, but his tastes are widespread, jumping to whatever takes his fancy at the time. If life is about experience, then to many of us experiencing the…