Well, been doing some miles on the gristle and have come to a conclusion on the differences between a GS and the Moto Guzzi Gristle. Best described in musical terms
GS = Once you've donned the twat suit, fitted the GPS, loaded up the multitude of luggage boxes getting on the GS is akin to listening to Led zeps "Kashmir".
Every journey is an epic thunderous event, full of trepidation and anticipation, even if only popping along to
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It's the motorcycling equivalent of spreading colmans english mustard on your testicles, hence gurning like an idiot for the rest of the ride.
Moto Guzzi Gristle = Once you've adorned yourself in the compulsory fancy dress as demanded by guzzieists (open face lid, designer sun glasses,flying jacket).
Packed all your metrosexual man items in the man bag slung over your shoulder.
Carefully positioned a Gitane in the corner of your mouth, cocked your leg nonchalantly over the artistically sculptured saddle and finally coaxed the big gasping V twin into life it's all a bit like listening to middle of the roads "Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep".
Fun and a great laugh, but you always though the song was really called "Chirpy chirpy tweet tweet".