FJRocket
Doctor Throckenstein !!!
Ok, I've been posting on how I was getting about 48 mpg running around sedately here in the flat lands. I might as well have been in the minivan, loping along, sightseeing.
Yesterday, with new stickies on the wheels, I went for a ride. Found some hoots and hollers that have a few upsies and downsies, with lefties and righties bunched together. A rare thing here in corn and beans country at the edge of the prairie.
I rode this trip a couple weeks ago behind one of those Kawi 1100 sport bike thingies. That guy was just gone all the time. I felt I just could not corner anywhere NEAR what he was doing. My OEM tires had 9k on them, and I did not realize how bad they were. My brain and throttle hand, did, however, and I stayed upright (as in off the hardpack).
I went back there to the hoots directly from the sickle shop. Hokey smokes! This bike can take some turns! JZEESH! It's like a whole new bike. Talk about sticky, gluey, tight and right!
Man, it was just too tempting. I had to get on it. Not like some you guyz, but for little ol' me, I was pushing it a bit. BIG GRIN. Then I got into traffic. Dangit. I couldn't go THAT slow. So I found myself passing at every sane opportunity. I even found most cars moving to the right to let me see and give me room to go around. A happy wave of thank you as I went by, and off I went. YES!
It was nice here. 75 -85 degrees depending. No humidity. I could feel the frame get hot when I pushed her up, then immediately cool back down in what seemed like seconds. MUCH nicer than during the 95+ heat and high humidity of a week or two ago.
Out in the open. Ignoring the 45 and 40 mph signs on BEAUTIFUL sweeping state highways. Looking for intruders. Waving to those who saw me and stopped from turing out in front of me. On that throttle. All by my lonesome for a while.
Round a bend. SHIT. Passed a tropper doing 25 over. SHIT. Just got a ticket in the Sube 3 weeks ago, fortunately in a different county. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Slowed down waited. Looked for a side street to sneak away. SHIT. I knew I was caught.
I waited, looking in the rearview. Nothing. Waited. Nothing.
BIG GRIN! UP, UP and AWAY! HOLEY COW, those sweepers are fun! And the tight little 25 mph curves that I used to creep around were just EASY. No brainers. Not insane no brainers, but easy. Glued. Clean roads, too. Hardly no sand or gravel.
What a day. New stickies. No tickies.
Regrettably, I have to report that my gas mileage dropped for the first time below 40 mpg. Guess I'm a little heavy handed.
Yesterday, with new stickies on the wheels, I went for a ride. Found some hoots and hollers that have a few upsies and downsies, with lefties and righties bunched together. A rare thing here in corn and beans country at the edge of the prairie.
I rode this trip a couple weeks ago behind one of those Kawi 1100 sport bike thingies. That guy was just gone all the time. I felt I just could not corner anywhere NEAR what he was doing. My OEM tires had 9k on them, and I did not realize how bad they were. My brain and throttle hand, did, however, and I stayed upright (as in off the hardpack).
I went back there to the hoots directly from the sickle shop. Hokey smokes! This bike can take some turns! JZEESH! It's like a whole new bike. Talk about sticky, gluey, tight and right!
Man, it was just too tempting. I had to get on it. Not like some you guyz, but for little ol' me, I was pushing it a bit. BIG GRIN. Then I got into traffic. Dangit. I couldn't go THAT slow. So I found myself passing at every sane opportunity. I even found most cars moving to the right to let me see and give me room to go around. A happy wave of thank you as I went by, and off I went. YES!
It was nice here. 75 -85 degrees depending. No humidity. I could feel the frame get hot when I pushed her up, then immediately cool back down in what seemed like seconds. MUCH nicer than during the 95+ heat and high humidity of a week or two ago.
Out in the open. Ignoring the 45 and 40 mph signs on BEAUTIFUL sweeping state highways. Looking for intruders. Waving to those who saw me and stopped from turing out in front of me. On that throttle. All by my lonesome for a while.
Round a bend. SHIT. Passed a tropper doing 25 over. SHIT. Just got a ticket in the Sube 3 weeks ago, fortunately in a different county. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Slowed down waited. Looked for a side street to sneak away. SHIT. I knew I was caught.
I waited, looking in the rearview. Nothing. Waited. Nothing.
BIG GRIN! UP, UP and AWAY! HOLEY COW, those sweepers are fun! And the tight little 25 mph curves that I used to creep around were just EASY. No brainers. Not insane no brainers, but easy. Glued. Clean roads, too. Hardly no sand or gravel.
What a day. New stickies. No tickies.
Regrettably, I have to report that my gas mileage dropped for the first time below 40 mpg. Guess I'm a little heavy handed.