My Big Motorbike

The one action I regret and gripe.
Was selling my big motorbike.
It was a bag of worms to drive properly.
But once perfected it was a bike, with a fondness to like.
The sidedraft carby was a jiggly nightmare.
You constantly clean to make it go.
The right foot clutch you used carefully.
And the hand gear lever you changed very patiently so.
Once you got used to it's quirks.
You had a bike with so many perks.
You had wide bars, fat tyres and a big sprung seat.
For a sweet sounding cruiser it could never be beat.