Gooood morning, Ian (my time)!
I'ma bit late to the meeting today, so a delayed response. When I looked at my mail queue and saw the title, "Raven Tour as a scorcher (for Dan)" I just knew a treat awaited.
I...couldn't have guessed it would be this Big!
I'm weak in the knees and melted of heart, head spinning with delight. Thorns make Scorchers, and good -- no, Great -- ones!
Seeing your photos, Ian...suddenly, it is 1897 again. We've donned our tweeds and are making a day of it, first to the board tracks to catch the Races, then out to the countryside before Scorching a few boardwalks of our own on the return. We didn't mean to go so fast, but it came naturally with the 'bars reversed, and we caught a few shouts and waved canes for our troubles as the old gentlemen yelled, "You boys slow down! Young hooligans! We've no room for Scorchers and outlaws here!".
Ah, me. Those were the days, and I remember them well (in my imagination).
Thanks, Ian, for your thoughtfulness; it was worth all your trouble for a glimpse of those inverted 'bars on your stunningly beautiful RT. Even if the 'bars turn turtle for regular use, I'll recognize the bike by its zebra-stripe headset spacers...a tiny clue to the bike's Real identity...a little "tell" that not everything is as it appears. A bit like Clark Kent's eyeglasses with the plain-glass lenses. and you know what? It's all true. Just one twitch of the hub-motor thumbswitch, and The Scorcher comes out to play!
All the best,
Dan. (...who now knows the "S" in IanS stands for "Scorcher")