The problem I have is that every time I read something like the Fine Art of The Motorcycle Engine, or any other "Art of" type books, I tend to look past the art, and head straight for the warts. Here's what I mean. One of Peirce's images is of a Bultaco Astro 360 engine. Now for those of you that aren't familiar with it, the Astro 360 was a purpose-built flat-tracker sold by Bultaco in one incarnation or another from 1972 to 1979. I rode one of them for five years, and won quite a few races with it, however my overriding thought whenever I see one of them is always something along the lines of, "yeah it was fast and pretty; pretty unreliable". Where Mr. Pierce sees beauty, and there's no doubt that it's a pretty motor, I see broken cranks, seized pistons and Visa bills that made my artistic, ever lovin', wife pull her hair out. By no means is that an isolated incident either. Where Pierce sees beauty in a BMW R69 engine, I see a full sludge trap and bad rod bearings. The Mach III Kawasaki? How about terrifying wobbles and a throwaway motor. An art critic I'm not, but a cynical old fart that's seen the inside of one too many grenaded motors, well, I guess ya got me.