Mugen Atom vs Radical SR3 RS vs KTM X-Bow R
Midnight in Manchester, and Manchester has mostly slunk off home. It is a Monday, after all. Sockets of people still weave past, drawn to us more by a weary, p****d curiosity than the exuberance and excitement of earlier on. No one falls drunkenly into the Atom now, or sits heavily on delicate bits of the Radical. Having made it this far, I’m hopeful I’ll only get patted by a trannie and flashed by a grannie once tonight. I became detached from my comfort zone several hours ago, and haven’t seen it since. I have this in common with the cars.