So i went out for my first major adventure in the weekend. I had to brave the motor-way for the first time, (God its windy.) and face some blustery cold rain and wind.
Anyway we finally get out west, and start heading up toward Helensville, via Old North Road etc. I'm starting to get in the flow, using all my gears bar first, plus a couple of other imagery ones. After one set of furious corners, and intoxicated on a euphoric mix of adrenaline and revs, i finally think about the speedo. Surely I must be doing a billion-garzillion miles an hour by now... Surely...
Nope... only 75kph. And i think there in lies fun of a 250. I mean hell i had to chop down gears just to get up the steeper hills!
Feeling like you're going fast has to be the best fun. I mean it's safer for a start, and totally engaging.
I think i'm rather hooked. Not mention after riding for 5/6 hours out in the rain, it was perfectly comfortable. Especially once i realised i could warm my hands on the cylinder heads.

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