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In sports circles, the word "scrambler" (from the English scramble - to get through, fight) once sounded like a battle! In the middle of the last century, they called it off-road racing motorcycles - what would later be called "enduro" and "cross-country drivers". The origin of the term suggests: the British then set the tone. These heavy 4-stroke Triumphs, Matchless and other Velocette were the best on the tracks laid through sand and dirt.
How does worldly glory go? And so it goes - a young, unfamiliar, impudent tribe declares - and from the doorway: "You would go, grandfather, to sand a sand far away from our (yes, now theirs!) Sandbox." The British dinosaurs became extinct in the 60s under the pressure of 2-stroke rats. But in the end, the word “scrambler” was inherited by the first dual-use motorcycles. Business: to raise silencers at the usual road builder and put tires “more toothy”. It turned out both sportily and stylishly (this is how much chrome can be smeared on the back door!).
Athletes, already accustomed to the nimble and aggressive CZ and Husqvarna, took the transformation of scramblers with contempt. A simple audience liked it! A spectacular machine, which is not bad on the highway, and can roll off it so that you and the girl can get you to the water along the sand of a California beach - what else is needed! English factories seized on the idea: almost everyone declared their Scrambler or Trophy.
The joy was short-lived: nimble Japanese rats, sniffing the smell of profit, instantly ran with their 2-stroke “Endurs” Раз Busted, warriors, the last dinosaur nest!
In our era of repetitions and auto-parodies (in the sense of themselves), scramblers turned out to be perfectly in time. Whoever does not rivet them: the French, Italians, the same Japanese. It would seem that God himself ordered the British to grab his piece of cake. So no, they didn’t say: Moveton, repetition of the past, no novelty, how can it be?.. Marketers calculated the lost profit and came to the owner of Triumph John Blur. He saw the numbers and became furious: the aristocrats are bad! Fuck your principles! To be ready yesterday!
I can not vouch for the accuracy of replicas: the details of internal disassemblies constitute the most protected commercial secret. And the result - here it is, in front of you: the latest Triumph Scrambler, chrome and chic - in short, retro glamor in all its glory. As if there were no forty years of domination of the Japanese-plastic-forced Long live the stubborn, for they will inherit the Earth!
