With the North American scooter season well under way, we again look south to soak up the largest scooter rally in Australia with our Oz correspondent, Bill Van Kesteren. Over to you, Bill!
Victoria is the state I was born in, went to school, started work, purchased our first house, etc.., though it has not been home since 1987 when my wife and I left to go to the Northern Territory and have only been back as visitors since. When I lived in Victoria, it was mostly in the South Eastern suburbs and weekends at Bonnie Doon. I did cycle to Hanging Rock once, drove cars around the Woodend/Romsey/Yarrambat/Kangaroo Ground area, but never went to visit The Grampians. Funny how you do the least touristing when you live in a place and take it for granted that you will one day. Three years in Darwin and I did not visit Kakadu’s Jim Jim or Twin falls, Katherine Gorge or few other places that were so close, but somewhere I would get to eventually, button course, I never did. I was looking forward to seeing somewhere new.
Day One – Getting There
I arrived at Tullamarine and made my way to the hotel for the night. Then went over to D’Honk Scooters to meet Alex via the Queen Victoria markets.
Alex was in the shop building the “Mars Rover” award for the rally, but after a quick coat of lacquer on the mounting block we went over the road to the recently re-opened Thai restaurant. The conversation was interesting as was the artist working away at painting a scene on the wall of the entrance to the restaurant. She was putting in detail on the steamboat/hot pot painting.
It will take her about 12 days to finish the complete picture, which based on what we saw will be great. The food was good as was the company, then it was time for me to sleep and Alex to try and get more tabs in their slots on the Rover that would be mounted on the plinth.
After a night back at the hotel, I ventured out. I had arranged to meet Alex at the shop mid morning, so before check out at the hotel I went for a walk through the markets as they were getting prepared for a days trading.
At that time of the morning it is mostly fruit, veg, meat and fish ready to trade and there was a good crowd of people in getting their groceries and carpark had plenty of bays. The T-shirts, belts and tourism stuff was still being unloaded from their storage trolley carts and setting up their tables but it was easy to walk around and get a feel for it before heading back to finalise packing and get to D’Honk.
Things had not gone well with the Mars Rover overnight… When I got to the shop there was a note apologising, but he had gone off hunting and gathering to find an alternative Rover as the one initially going to be mounted was not going together in the time available – you might see it at the 2020 National Scooter rally, but it was going to be a no-show for 2019. Three doors up from Alex’s shop is Don Camillo’s café. I had already had a coffee while walking around the market so ordered a vegetable juice instead… Beetroot, Ginger, Broccoli, apple and not sure what else, but it tasted good and it was not long before Alex rode in on his bicycle with the new alternative to the Mars Rover he had found. We headed back to the Scooter shop.
It was not too long before Mark and Martin arrived with their scooters packed for the weekend, and later Dazza called in. We waited around a bit for Frank to come to load the ute/trailer but in the end given the time and distance we had to cover, we headed off.
Our riding group consisted of Alex Brown riding Darren (Dazza) Shaw’s scooter, Mark Butcher, Martin Joyce riding Alex’s Black TL200, and myself on the blue TT200. Phil Holland rode his kitted TT to the rally with the Vespa Club of Melbourne that departed earlier in the morning.
There was a bit of scooter wrangling leading up to the ride, as due to an explosion in sales, there was no demo scooter available to ride. Martin is buying the Silver TT in the shop window, Alex loaned Martin one of his run-in scooters and Dazza loaned his scooter to Alex to ride. Frank Torcasio and Dazza trailered our gear and two of Dazza’s vintage scoots (a Vespa and Lambretta), with a brand new orange Scomadi TT125 that Alex would ride during the rally.
There were a few different routes proposed, but we settled on over the Westgate Bridge then a fuel stop, before powering on up the highway to Ballarat, secondary roads to Dunkeld, then Halls Gap. The tyre pressures were checked after refueling and either the gauge was out or most of the scooters needed a top up before continuing on.
The tuned Scomadis were eating the road up but the cross winds on a small scooter with a large framed man was taking some speed away, until something like a passing truck gave me a tow to get onto the back of the group. To ensure slower speed was not a scooter issue Alex and I swapped – so I had a chance to try a tuned Scomadi TL with a PM Tuning stage four kit.
We stopped for some lunch in the Main Street of Ballarat which was a nice break with some welcome food and more importantly coffee before returning to the scooters. The café we parked outside was closing, but they referred us to one further down the street that they recommended and was still trading. On the way to the cafe Alex had handed me the key to the scooter I was riding, but after we crossed the road a little after this a lady in a mobility scooter called out to tell me I had dropped a glove. I went back and picked it up, but in doing so, I apparently dropped the key to Dazza’s scooter (the one I was now riding). When we got back to the scooters after lunch, no amount of pocket searching was able to locate the key to Dazza’s scooter on Alex or I. The mood of the group changed as we could not leave Ballarat till it was located.
Mark and Martin checked with the open stores asking if a key had been handed in, things were looking grim for the out of state guest – when all of a sudden Martin confirmed he had found it on a window sill near where I had picked up the lost glove. It was not the first and probably not the last time Eureka has been said in the Victorian goldfields…… what a relief!
With the cross winds we were taking longer than expected, so a discussion followed about whether to continue with plan of going to Dunkeld then up the range to Halls Gap or take the most direct route via the highway and go straight to rally base. Consensus was to take the longer scenic route as we had come this far were in the area, etc. However we really did not get too much further before the smoke from a fire that had been creating a bit of haze in town was closer than we thought, and when a helicopter water bomber flew over, we realized that it could pose a problem for our travel. This was shortly confirmed when the police closed the road and sent us on a detour.
It looked like it still could be possible to stick with the plan, but another roadside group meeting decided that with the fire and escaping wildlife on roads, etc., that the ride via Dunkeld could wait till the return trip – so we went for the highway to ride straight there. It had been clear weather, though a band of cloud had been hanging over us all.
Eventually we rode through a rain front, which was short in duration and not too soaking, and most importantly it dropped the cross wind which had been slowing me. Other than being colder we were back to running fast, with the additional benefit the engines were getting from the cold, damp air. It was not all winning, as after a fuel stop in Beaufort we had another stop to let Mark get some feeling back in his hands as his summer gloves were not being very forgiving of the colder conditions.
Once Mark had recovered we continued on to Halls Gap, arriving a little later than anticipated, but still beating the sunset.
As we had booked accommodation in different places, we dispersed for a while and met later at the Kookaburra hotel for a meal and one or three beers before retiring for the night.
Day Two – Rides and Awards
Day two arrived before I was ready, having almost given up on sleeping later than any rooster. I had not set an alarm before going to bed and was surprised to check the time and find it was 8:20am. I was sharing a cabin and had been offered a tea, so was just sitting sipping tea when the phone went asking where are you? the ride leaves at 9:00 we are on the oval. So that jolted me into action and riding gear to get there before the ride left (thank goodness for “Scooter Time”).
This was the ride to the rides departing at the Big Koala at Dadswells Bridge.
The rides were separated into two groups at the car park, to the right of the Big Koala for those interested in joining the flat ride “Into the Wimmera” with stops at the art wheat silos, a visit to the Murtoa Stick shed, and a group lunch “Stick House” that was facilitated by the Vespa Club of Melbourne.
Our group was The Mountain Ride (approx. 110km from base to finish), maps and details were provided with Rally Pack for a self guided “Gypsy style route” to allow people to stop at as many or few attractions as they liked for as long as they liked, and also to accommodate different engine capacities and riding skill levels.
There was a ride leader and tail end rider for anyone who wanted to ride the hills without stops back to the rally HQ. The Scomadi swarm initially joined the Wimmera ride as it would have been cool to get a couple of pics with the silos, but decided the hills would be more fun so switched groups, which also allowed a bit of walk around time before the lead ride departed.
Most of the Scomadis have the aftermarket kit on them which changes the exhaust, ECU mapping and a few other things, but what most of the riders would remember is the sound of the them as we went past. Great fun and caught the lead rider which meant one of us had to corner mark a corner that followed the decline with a dog leg at the bottom before a left turn.
The roads had been dry leading up to this corner but the last bit and the corner itself had some recent rain that resulted in a few riders have a few braking moments as they found the road was a bit wet to come in to the turn before a stop sign.
Once the tail end rider arrived, I enjoyed the twisties on my own for a while, with the drop off next to the road with no barriers as a constant reminder to not get too ambitious with speed or ride lines as there was a long drop off for most of the ride up to the McKenzie falls turn off. There was a white Vespa with a pillion that briefly followed me when I turned off to the falls and a couple of Tasmanian riders who had the same idea.
I went to the first falls which unfortunately are partially obscured by small trees that probably need a trim to make the viewing platform make a bit more sense. Then went around to the viewing platform above McKenzie falls.
There were warning signs cautioning the track from this point would need more effort than I wanted to expend, but Allan Snashall and Manuela Ferstl made the trek down to MacKenzie Falls, (see picture) and it looks very nice.
While there I looked across the valley and saw the yellow arrow road signs warning drivers about the corner…
This view confirmed you really do not want to be checking how fast your guardian angel can fly on these roads. This was followed by a quick look at the dam before getting back on road that lead to the next attraction, The Balconies.
Could not believe my luck when I found a group of Harley Davidsons with a spare spot in the middle, perfect for a few photos of the scooter in the middle of some bigger “scoots”. I met some of the riders on the way to The Balconies and found out that they were all from French islands, and were visiting Victoria to ride around a bit before heading to Perth to go through the South West before flying back to Mauritius.
There were great friendly groups of bikers at each of the lookouts, but it was looking like the weather was about to descend on us as no matter which horizon I looked to, as we were under a blanket of clouds.
There were some interesting rock formations near the paths on the horizon – apparently a collision zone many millions of years ago. In the evening we had a couple of videos in the cultural centre that explained the area initially through the perspective of the indigenous peoples dreaming stores and then a more westernised explanation of the region’s formations flora and fauna.
The next stop was one of the places the Friday “Grampians Extreme” Loop ride had planned to visit, but was rained out. I had barely stopped when the phone went letting me know that there was an impromptu afternoon ride to go to the missed attractions, so a quick photo stop.
Immediately, I was back on the road to join the group to ride back to the same lookout. I looked to the side at the range I had been on and saw the low cloud lurking. I had not travelled far before the road was wet and remained wet all the way back to rally HQ. I made a quick stop to top up the fuel tank as the blue fuel light was flashing.
I was behind a pair of Maicolettas when I left the oval and started the return trip to the mountain, but as we started to climb so did the amount of two stroke smoke coming out of their exhausts. I stuck with it for a bit – but it was a bit much so at the next opportunity went around and followed the lead rider to the lookout turn off.
Some of the surprise was gone as I had already visited one of the viewing platforms, but went to the other which was more focused on the grazing land. Then went to grab a few car park pics of the scooters that had come out on the ride. I had intended to go on the full ride, but as we approached the next turn off, the rain returned and I did not have my wet weather gear with me, so let the tail end rider know I was leaving the ride and returning to the caravan park with two others who had decided to go back.
Happy to park the scooter and go and find a barista coffee, fittingly the name of the coffee shop was the Black Panther.
There was a group of Melbourne Crusader scooterists with the same idea, so joined them for the coffee before going for a walk around then some relaxation before going to the Brambuk Cultural Centre for the awards.
The rally is normally organised by volunteers, but this year the volunteer was also an employee of the importer of Kymco, SWM, Serco, and the modern Lambretta who was able to secure some sponsorship that was put toward catering during the rally. For AUD$50 you got Saturday and Sunday breakfasts at Rally HQ, Saturday dinner & welcome at the Brambuk Cultural Centre, the usual patch/sticker, maps, programme, instructions, and other goodies in the SIP-Scootershop’s sponsored bags. Great value.
As noted earlier one of the elders introduced the two videos we watched in a room with some large sculptures, most notably an emu that played a major role in the Gariwerd creation dreamtime story and other animals and objects that lit up as the story was told.
Then it was dinner, and the approach to the catering was a little different as it involved lining up twice, one line for meat and a second for salad. Afterward we moved back to the hall for tea and coffee and the presentations.
Furthest ridden “Making Tracks” award was presented to Gavin Rogers.
Gavin rode 1566 kms from Armidale, NSW to the rally at Halls Gap this year on that same Vespa GTS as he rode to Renmark in 2016 when he was awarded that year’s Furthest Ridden. 2020’s rally is rumoured to be in N.S.W so will be a little harder for Gavin to get a hat trick. Gavin did 3 days x 500 kms on the way down to Halls Gap.
Best represented club – Sponsored by South Siders Scooter Club, Adelaide ie: most club members at rally went to Hobart Scooter club.
Most club members at the rally was this time calculated by the ratio of total membership to members in attendance to try and make it open to a larger range of clubs, though there was a minimum amount of members to qualify.
Best represented club 1st runner up – Southsiders Scooter Club (Adelaide), presented to Mikey Erdelyi on behalf of the club.
Mikey is also known as “Raised from the dead Scooter restoration“ was the creator of most of this year’s trophy’s. His business/hobby specialises in vintage motor scooter restoration, buying and selling of pre P series Vespas, post wideframe and Vespa A’pe. Due to time constraints he is no longer working on the “unloved scooters” or Lambrettas.
Best represented club 2nd runner up – Melbourne Crusaders Scooter Club, presented to Michael Thornton on behalf of the club.
Once the presentations were over we all dispersed back into Halls Gap, giving all participants the opportunity to choose their preferred evening entertainment.
Day Three – Sunday Breakfast at the Stone Shelter
Rick, Beth and other volunteers were working away getting food ready for the group when I got there. Plenty on offer, and with discretion, all were satiated. Rolf’s Ape was looking very smart with the apples loaded in the tray, and there was a coffee van nearby for people like me who are use to starting the day with a cappuccino.
After breakfast and saying goodbye to Jess and her father who were starting the ride back to Woolongong, as were many others starting their journey back to Melbourne, Sydney, Canberra and other places further afield.
I went to the show & shine, being held in the Brambuk Cultural Centre carpark.
It was clear that many had the same idea as though there was a good number of scooters on display, they were a percentage of the total that attended the rally. That said a great variety of scooters from vintage through to modern. One scooter caught my eye, due to it’s tall office chair style backrest I walked over to have a closer look and thought wow, that is not going anywhere when I saw the fixing was two large lengths of aluminium. While I was looking owner Steve Elliot explained that they are tracks, due to the fuel tank being under the seat, he put it on tracks so it and the top case can be slid back out of the way to access the under seat, and when his wife rides pillion it goes far enough back to be the pillion backrest. Genius at work.
When the prize judging was complete, the awards were given. It was a little earlier than the 11am initially planned, but moved to allow people who were returning home to get going.
Best Classic Lambretta – Sponsored and presented by Alex Sozanski from the Lambretta Club of Australia to Leon Melis for his Series 1, Lambretta Li 125
Best Modern modified – Vespa GTS Super Sport presented to Rory Michael Fagan from Vespa Club of Sydney. The story of the Cuban artwork on the Vespa is that artist Eddy Alejandro Rodriguez Sardiñas was visiting Australia, and had a show at the national gallery of N.S.W in Sydney
Rory was interested in his art, and after buying Alejandro some Cuban rum a deal was struck to paint the Vespa.
– the front mudguard is the blue sky, palm trees and sea gulls where Rory has patrolled as a surf life saver for the last 3 years
– the glove box artwork is a joke – viva la revolution means long live the revolution but actually the revolution is the vespa tire (hence the wasp on a motorcycle in the middle)
– the left cowl is a scene from Buena Vista Social Club and the right cowl uses the vents as musical notation to write the first bar of Chan Chan from Buena Vista.
Vespa Restored Classic Vespa – Sponsored by Vespa Club of Australia and GPS Imports, and presented by David from Vespa Club of Melbourne to John Keddie, for his blue Vespa VBA. John has owned this scooter since 2003. The body was restored with help from Sasha Delux customs in 2015. It was initially put back together, including redoing the original stock engine as a resto. John took it to the Phillip Island National Classic scooter rally and nearly won that as well – count back – lost due to the front spring being painted black. John got tired of being passed by automatics – one day Rolf and John were standing next to each other and someone was heard to say ‘pity you can’t do anything with these old bikes…’ Scooter whisperer Rolf Graunke and John got annoyed; so they put a more ‘interesting road friendly engine in it’. The original VBA cases have been used with every imaginable thing new inside, which took months. It has a Pinasco 177 (iirc) cylinder kit, 24mm carb, ported, with the inlet opened up to match. It took six dry builds and a blown up clutch before Rolf and John got it running like a rocket.
Best Modern Vespa – Sponsored by Vespa Club of Melbourne and GPS Imports to – ‘Valeria’ owned by Julie Pond.
There was a new award donated by Scomadi, the aformentioned “Mars Rover Award” for best custom new scooter, which was awarded to Goetz for his Lambretta V-Special. James Bond would be proud!
Pictures had been submitted during the for the 2019 National Scooter Rally photocomp.
Judged on (in no particular order):
(1) Shot Quality: eg: Framing, Focus, Depth of field, Lighting
(2) Texture: Colours, Patterns, Visual appeal, would you hang it?
(3) Story: Implied dialogue, Story, Thought provoking, Humor
(4) Incorporation of Scooter/Scooterist subject
The prize (a most generous donation by the Halls Gap Caravan Park) is Spa Cabin for 2 adults for 2 nights was awarded to Rolf Graunke for his photo taken during the Wimmnera Plains ride inside the Murtoa ‘Stick Shed’, the largest timber-framed structure in Australia, referred to as the ‘Cathedral of the Wimmera’.
Show and Shine Gallery:
For those who were staying in the area till Monday, there was an afternoon ride to the Sisters Rocks, located just off the Western Highway near Stawell, which have long been famous for their extensive collection of graffiti. They were named after the three Levi sisters, who were among the area’s first settlers, arriving in Australia during the mid 1800’s gold rush on a ship from Ireland. They in were in late teens and twenties and were all married within four years of arrival. Descendants of the Levi sisters still reside in the area today.
The rocks also played an important part in rebuilding Stawell’s main street buildings after a fire in 1866. Stonemasons drilled into the rocks and blasted them apart to obtain foundation stones. It was at that time when the first graffiti started appearing, which was carved into the rock, as they didn’t have much access to paint back then. To prevent the stone’s continued use as building material for the rapidly growing town, Sisters Rocks were officially declared a protected area in the late 19th century, making them one of Australia’s earliest attempts at nature conservation.
Some of the graffiti dates back to 1957, however when we got there with the scooters we found quite extensive graffiti on most of the rocks, not that much of it that could be called art, mostly tags and words on the layers and layers of paint built up over the years. After some photos and conversation someone said the magic coffee word, also mention of tea and scones… All sounding much better than standing around in an unsealed carpark next to some granite rocks. So we were off.
The scooter I followed went straight into the McDonalds chain restaurant carpark… maybe it had a McCafe? I did not hang around to find out, as when I think of Devonshire tea, McDonalds is not even on my list of places to try to find some scones and cream. Across the road I had spotted some familiar scooters from the Hobart scooter shop outside the Antique shop, so I stopped in there for a look around.
After checking out what turned out to be a deceivingly large building, I rode into the town centre of Stawell and was reminded of it’s biggest claim to fame. The Stawell Gift, Australia’s richest footrace. Run on the Easter long weekend, the Stawell Gift has been run for 138 years and is widely recognised as Australia’s premier foot race. Last year the crowd numbers were down due to the Commonwealth games competing with it for participants and spectators and the Stawell Athletic Club which runs the Stawell Gift, has found it difficult to find sponsors for this year’s event.
A few will still be wondering if watching Gallipoli (1981) again might make them go faster at the upcoming three day carnival. The race is run on grass over 120 metres up a slight gradient.
“What are your legs?” asked the recently late Bill Kerr, as the grizzled bush trainer.
“Steel springs,” answered Mark Lee, as his star runner.
“How fast are you going to run?” asked the old man.
“As fast as a leopard,” answered the boy.
That story of two young men going to the First World War was more poignant because they were runners.
I found the group at a café in the middle of town and joined them. No Devonshire tea available as the proprietor had some he was not happy with the quality of, so I have a Florentian biscuit instead.
After that it was the ride back the same way we had arrived at a leisurely pace and filling up the scooter in preparation for the next day’s ride home before going over to the BBQ for the final meal of the rally for a few beers around the fire, before finalising the packing before bed.
Day Four – After Rally “left overs” breakfast @ HQ
The breakfasts had been well attended on Saturday and Sunday, but fortunate for those still in the area there was more than just condiments and apples left over at the end of the rally, so after packing up and checking out of the park cabin went up to the stone house, there was still most things including bacon, eggs, muffins, and apples available on a cook your own basis. It was good to have a final wind down get together and Goetz the main organiser of the rally (though well supported by volunteers) asked each of us what our favourite moment of the rally was.
The most common response was Sunday BYO BBQ night, after most of the rally goers had gone as it was more relaxed. A bit more chat and help cleaning up, before Rick and Robin said that will do and we headed off.
There was Stefano and his partner Valeria on a Vespa Rally that was built just in time to come to the rally, Ivan on a P – range, Norbert on his stock Lambretta, Michael on a Vespa Super and myself on the Scomadi TT200 riding together. We probably got away about an hour later than intended, but there still should have been time for Norbert to get a ferry in Geelong over to Queenscliff and for me to get the scooter back and out to the airport for my flight home.
I had charged all of my devices, phone, camera, helmet camera/intercom etc… so was surprised and a little disappointed that when I tried to turn on the helmet camera near the lake that it would not turn on. I tried a few times and resigned to it not working, but then I remembered that there were some pretty spectacular rock faces near the road from the rides up and down to the lookout the previous day, so I pulled over to confirm the SD card was in. Jiggling it got it going again and so took off, but there was road works which closed the road I was anticipating, and we went a different road, never mind it was at least working now, and we were reminded about the validity of all the wild life warning when a good size Kangaroo hopped across the road in front of Norbert, who was the lead rider at the time.
We stopped for a few photos along the way with the mountains in the background before arriving in Dunkeld. I was not as aware of it on the way up to Halls Gap, but this was the beginning of seeing how hard the regions are doing.
It would be easy to blame the highway and town bypasses, but I think there is probably technology and other things contributing to people and money leaving the smaller town sites. The fuel top ups were from a service station that has not been manned since 2015, it is now an empty shopfront, and without knowing the history of the site, would say it was one of the many BP built looking at the design which was the same as the one where I grew up.
We rode on the Glenelg Highway through Wickcliffe to Lake Bolac, which had a stone hotel opposite the fuel stop/IGA supermarket and there was a house in disrepair with a sunken veranda nearby that caught my eye, so I walked over to it for a picture.
I did see it on the way in, but from this angle it was easy to miss the building mostly concealed behind a line of trees, but it had a plaque on a post in front of it identifying it has the post office. Most of its paint has weathered away, and it is not in a great state anymore comparing the plaque pic with what was in front of me. I walked back to the group and Norbert suggested we ride to the lake for a look and a few photos before continuing.
We continued on the Glenelg Highway to Streatham, going past more empty road side buildings and stone churches from the past to Skipton where we stopped for some lunch. Skipton in it’s prime looked to have been a bigger town. We parked outside the hotel, but quickly found the inside of it was not there, so went to the café on the corner after finding the fish and chip shop did not do coffee.
On the wall in the café there was a lot of information about the wind turbine projects in the area which seems to be the new booming industry. I was not quick enough to push the button on the camera, but earlier we had ridden past two wind turbine blades being transported.
We took our coffees over to the rest of the group trying to eat their rather generous hamburgers. Ivan’s hamburger patty looked to be as tall as it was round, dwarfing the roll and sliver of salad trying to contain it. I had a walk around and found similar to Lake Bolac, patina buildings showing their age, with plaques in front describing their past use and condition.
We said our good byes to Norbert as not far out of town he turned off to ride to Geelong to take the ferry across Port Phillip bay to Queenscliffe, we continued on through Linton to Ballarat. Michael is very familiar with the Ballarat area and offered to lead us through Millbrook to Ballan before joining the main highway for the rest of the trip to town.
This was greatly appreciated as though the scooters are capable of highway speeds, it is nice to see what there is to see from the less congested secondary roads and we had the added bonus of riding through a wind farm and stopping for a few pictures before the ramp to the highway to Bacchus Marsh and the Westgate Bridge.
This is where Michael left the group, leaving myself, Stefano and Valeria and Ivan who had offered to lead us to D’Honk. I appreciated having the guide as the way he took us was along the rail line, past Festival Hall, Harley Heaven and Witches and Bitches before we were back on Peel Street and turning into Victoria Street to stop at our destination.
I had to focus on getting my stuff unloaded and ready to go to the airport as the ride had taken longer than I had anticipated and if I was going to make my flight I needed to be ready to go once everyone had left the shop.
It was a great weekend catching up with old and new face and riding the Scomadi TT200 which I unreservedly recommend to anyone considering a retro style scooter. I am use to having under seat storage, but you would easily adapt to using the rack to store anything that you cannot fit in the legshield glovebox, their performance stock or modified is great, the TL’s suspension is a little firmer than the TT but overall a great package and a hassle free twist and go scoot that truly honours the lines of the vintage scooter models that inspired it.