Vincent Black Lightning
The Black Lightning was a Vincent motorcycle designed and built in September 1948 at the Vincent works in Great North Road, Stevenage, Hertfordshire, UK, and produced from 1948 to 1952. At the time the Black Lightning was the fastest production motorcycle in the world.
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Famous quotes containing the words lightning, vincent and/or black:
“It is like writing history with lightning and my only regret is that it is all so terribly true.”
—Woodrow Wilson (18561924)
“Lord, I do fear
Thoust made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay (18921950)
“Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,
Even where horrible green parrots call and swing.
My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.”
—William Butler Yeats (18651939)