Motorbikes are everywhere in Tokyo.
Over the sounds of taxis, busses, trucks and the “beep beep” of reversing delivery vans, you hear the roar of motorcycles.
There are lots of Harleys, but by far the most common are single or twin cylinder bikes which echo the British machines of the 50s and 60s.
Sometimes, I see a BSA Gold Star or an old Triumph B30, which turns out to be a Kawasaki repro. Of course, they start first time, every time, and the electrics are not by “Prince of Darkness” Lucas.
Here is the real article, chained up outside a bar, late at night, like a dog waiting for its owner.