Naked bikes are fun for the twisties, but just hard work on long rides and at less than legal speeds. I went past a fool on a crusier yesterday while in the cage, he had an open face and couldn't ride past 90 klicks without his face distorting. Looked like he was wishing he was somewhere else. Sitting with my chin on the tank, throttle pinned, with a violent maelstrom of wind rushing over the top - second best feeling in the world.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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