Back on two wheels a year now after 27 years away and believe me the memory of what I used to be is way better than the reality probably was! As the saying goes "the older I get the faster I was".
Last bike was a 70's CB 750/4. Bigger, heavier and only half the performance and handling of my current 600.
After scaring my self witless in the first couple of days of ownership (that faulty memory thing again) I decided to treat myself as a newbie and am slowly (some might say pathetically slowly!) building up the skills again. Seems to me to be better to do it slowly right side up and enjoyably than than to be spending time sliding down the tarmac and saying hello to the nurses in A+E (however nice they may be).
My 2c worth anyway.
"Twilight's like soccer. They run around for two hours, nobody scores, and a billion fans insist you just don't understand"
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