My 2 cents...
I like 4 cylinder litre bikes. The same way a crack whore likes drugs. If I could wean myself off the horsepower, I'd buy an XB9S. My mate Phil has one - it's massively underpowered in comparison to scoot, but it's a lot more fun. It turns in really well. The front wheel is full of helium. It's compact, and kind of neat and sexy.
You feel upright, and this combined with high wide bars allows you to tip the bike in either direction using telepathy (no push required). The brakes aren't all that great, neat to look at though. And as an intellectual experience, the bike is novel and well thought out.
I know that I'm always keen to swap bikes when Phil is around, and I smile when I do ride the Buell.
It's not so wonderful on long trips. Being naked is cool for home life, but I'm always put off by the whole windblast thing. The gixer is a world of comfort and quiet in comparison, a big comfy armchair in the quiet corner of the room. Riding the Buell in the rain is like being hosed by the fire department...
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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