Well after watching a flotilla of BMW 1200s of various flavours ride along the Quay this morning, all seemingly ridden by flip-front helmets and fluoro vests, I'd have to promote the portmanteau of "Rustleclunk" as the collective noun for the last of the air-cooled boxers.
All you can hear is tappets rustling and gear dogs being smashed home with a massive bang every time the lever is actuated. It's difficult to walk and wince repeatedly. How do you BMW people put up with it?
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