I’ve said before that when you ride a small Honda you do so with the grinning ghost of company founder Soichiro Honda on the pillion seat. On the Cub you can sense the way his genius imbued the machine; in the way the air filter is raised out of the harmful influence of the dust and water of unmade roads, in the proportions of the wheels and tyres and the softness of the springing, in the way the one-piece plastic leg shield can be replaced in a minute when you fall off. Even the range of nut and bolt sizes used to hold the thing together seems to have been considered. Honda didn’t just save you money on fuel, he saved you money on spanners as well.