I (briefly) owned a H2 in the UK in the late 70's - I was pretty much talked into buying it by its' original owner, my CB 500 having just died. Being just 5' 4" and 9 stone wringing wet (then, not now
) I had issues handling it from the word go. We parted company - literally - on a wet Welsh Sunday morning heading south over the Rhigos (any ex pat Taffs remember the road?), got into a double ess, and gave the throttle a bit of a twist on the exit. Like Mixone said, the power comes on like you've thrown a light switch. The damn thing lit up and I ended up sitting in the grass on the verge with the bike pinwheeling in the middle of the road. One thing I always remember about the H2 was the frame feeling about as rigid as wet spaghetti - definitely not confidence inspiring stuff.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do. - Confucius
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