The Triumph Street Triple 675R has an insatiable need for speed. Cameron Cooper gets to grips with a prepossessing and power-hungry best-seller
eee-haa! it was 8am on a nearly empty Srinakarin Road, and I couldn’t have been more excited if you’d given me 10 million dollars and set my legs on fire. Betwixt my gripping thighs was a Triumph Speed Triple 675R, hurtling me like a flesh and bone torpedo along this excellent patch of bitumen smoothness at a speed that shall remain anonymous—which it attained from a standstill in a mere handful of seconds. And this on about two-thirds of the available screaming power of its three cylinders.
This is nothing like the Triumph of old— the great, British-style bike exemplified by the more upright classic Bonneville (which they still build, looking very much like its old self, but with modernised brakes, engine,