Jeezus... just how clean do you wanna be??
Us rufty-tufty bikers seem happy enuff riding thru hundreds of miles of countryside filtering out super phosphate billowing out from farmers spreaders, caught behind sheep trucks swallowing their aromatic trails, marveling at the sights and smells of burn-backs and bushfires, the sickly sweet whiffs on the wind of roadkill rotting roos wrinkling our noses, grain harvesters, hay baling, wild pollen laden eucalyptus bushland, smacking into stinging fly’s and bees, or dodging lazy crows at 100mph and inhaling ancient dusty sky trails of legendary dead dingo dongers from Arnhem Land... only to pull into some favourite Quinnie for a greasy burger, long-awaited cold pint and a lung filling fag!
We’re not bothered whacking sodden great big filters over our snoz’s so I should think our pussy little bikes are damn lucky!
Why are we happy to concede that factories do cut costs by installing lesser quality shocks, forks etc., than what’s best available then violently knee jerk react that their filtration choices are quality driven and not cheap price determined?
Dogma be damned.