Deeds not words. The battlecry of an elite group of soldier sent to defend a small democratic country. Men of iron nerve, lycra suiting, and impeccable wheelie control. These are the tan clad legions of Megaforce. Those of you of a certain age will remember with great fondness the first time you saw Megaforce in action. Missile laden and fully-faired, they were the epitome of everything that was possible, and completely awesome, in the eighties. But somewhere along the way we lost sight of the Megaforce dream. Thirty odd years on we have markedly improved every performance aspect of the motorcycle – horsepower, handling, braking – yet still no missiles. And very little tan colored bodywork. And no lightning bolt graphics. And a complete absence of full disc wheels. Some would say motorcycling has come a long way…we say we need an Ace Hunter more than ever.
