And again....its not what you think...this time its all about cc's.
Traded the VTR1000 in on Saturday for an 06 GSR600. I wish I could keep all of my bikes, but alas, some of us have to make do with one in the garage (not mentioning any names) so the old girl was put to pasture to allow a spritely and unruley youf to swagger into the garage.
Although I miss my VTR, remembering our passionate frolics in the countriside, the smile put on my face by the first spin on the GSR still hasnt left. EVERY corner gets eaten by thing with such voracity I'm almost embarrased for the tarmac. Its a ballsy piece of kit for a tuned down Gixxer, and has plenty of fun for this nana. And thats the key to it: fun. Where on the VTR I was more serious in intent, on the GSR just makes me want to be naughty, leading me astray at each bend and making me want to raise a finger to every car passed.
I'll have to retrain my neck to stop my head flying off at slightly raised speeds (), and at the end of the 600-odd km bringing it back down to Kapiti from Auckland the front of my neck feels like its been given a few good cracks. Oh, and the lid needs a sturdier tug on the strap to stop it getting pushed off me bonce. All stuff forgotten from back in my RD days.
After 6.5 hrs in the saddle, I have to give high praise of the seat as my bum doesnt feel like a catholic choir boy's after "special practice". And the upright posi means my arms and wrists are ready for more, which is lucky as I can use then to cradle my neck and wimper like a little girl.
All in all, I'm in for a shitload of fun. Now I'm going to get into my angus young school uniform, pack my slingshot and me and my new mate are going to go and nick some apples.![]()
Bookmarks