Well after some ordinary weather the last couple of times I have had a day off, today loomed overcast but dry (ish). I got up, donned the riding gear and warmed the GRiSO up before setting off on a glorious Sunday ride, my first real ride after getting the bike last month. I was finally getting away from traffic and the city.
I cruised out of Sydney town making my way through early morning Sunday traffic and out on to the open road to the North of town. A short stint on a 6 lane motorway before peeling off onto a magnificent bit of road that attracts a large amount of bikes, mainly pocket rockets with the pilots trying their best to contribute to Mr Plods
revenue raising. I would have normally chased any number of them on my old red rockets scaring myself a number of times before stopping at the local cafe to tell tall stories and gaze upon the vast variety of two wheeled mounts that congregate in the car park.
But something was different today,
I was reveling on the bike, the engine spinning between 4-6,500 rpm (occasionally higher
) me in a relaxed frame of mind leaning into corners rather than trying to late brake and blast out. I was back on one of my old bevels, slow in fast out (of course this thing wont stop by the side of the road like the bevels but hey some of that character you don't mind missing out on). I can't describe how I felt but I can say that the only muscles that were sore after the ride were in my cheeks from smiling so much, shit I had fun. I was there on hot tarmac, with warm tires, rolling on the throttle with a smooth action, the bike responding with a glorious growl as the rear tire grabbed the road and propelled me forward. The bike is turbine like when treated with a controlled hand, the over steering from being unused to the wide bars after a long diet of clipons was a distant memory. I think I might be getting this bike, don't get me wrong it is obvious that the GRiSO can pick up her heals and go, but boy I am really enjoying the torque from that magnificent lump of an engine.
Well I forgot to stop at the cafe, I kept riding to the roads end then found another road and then another. I was out, in the sunshine and all was good. The fuel light came on somewhere out in the boonies near the Hunter valley which did make me think about where the closest fuel was (did not want to push her again) about 20 kms later I found some and all was good again. I finally stopped on a back road I had never visited before, in a town I have no idea what it was called. I drank a cold amber liquid and all was good with the world.
This bike is just bloody brilliant for Australian back roads! I relented and finally headed back South and back to the big smoke, the GRiSO settled back into the docile state that urban streets and heavy traffic dictate without complaint, but like a race horse she demands open spaces you just have to get to know her secrets which she does not reveal on congested streets
Well I am back home now but have a major issue, next Sunday is just too friggen far away!