The Guzzi - Moto Guzzi V7

What we see here is a pile of steel fixed together into a motorcycle and given it the name Moto Guzzi V7. I drive my V7 for seven years. It was my grocery bike in Amsterdam. I bought her (motorcycle is a female word in Spanish) from my Motortoer-friends in Amsterdam, paid 1500 euros. She was a disgusting mess at that time. Her ex let her rot for three years in his backyard. The V7 was covered with rust. Lucky for me I could see through her devastating state. I changed the oil, sparkplug, removed the rust, a little paint and I drove the V7 without any problem for 5 years. I might look like an ignorant fool, but I’m not - before I left I had the engine rebuild at Motortoer and they did fantastic job.

With the Ducati’ s I wash chasing ghosts on the asphalt. On the Guzzi I’m in the open watching how the environment slowly goes by. The bike makes me quiet. I love the sound. I can listen to it all day. So what about speed? Not important at the moment – Ushuaia can wait. The performance of the V7 makes me laugh now and then especially on high altitudes when she’s screams her lungs out. On the other hand we made it to an altitude of 5300 meter while climbing the Cayambe volcano in Ecuador on a goat track. Guzzi’s aren’t particularly good bikes. But if you tread them well they keep on going endlessly. In case of my V7 she only stops breathing when I put a bullet through her head and why should I do such a thing?