feejer222
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Been a bad lad tonight.
OK to not cut a long story short............
My SO is more of a bike fan than me, if I sold the bike I am certain she would divorce me. For that reason I have very seldom been out on the bike on my own since we met. (7 Yrs.). Painful as that might sound it's true. Now some of you who have read my previous posts will have surmised that I am....OK have been a bit of a *scally on a bike in days gone by. So the thoughts of going for a thrash have had to be pushed from my conciesness, for ever I thought .
Tonight the mood came over me, the weather was just about perfect, and I had some young guy's blood surging through my narrowed arteries. Without a thought for the marital concequenses I opened the garage door, threw on some kit and rolled out the beast. Within minutes we were on the M60 heading for anywhere fast.
We went up the M60, onto the M56 and then South on the M6. This took me to Holmes Chapel and my favourite local twisties. It's about 7 miles of typical English country lanes. (Similar to the TT footage). A couple of long (flat in 4th gear) straights, then lots of 2nd, 3rd & 4th gear bends of varying difficulty and speed.
Holmes Chapel is just off the M6 you pass through the village, and as you leave, heading back in an Easterly direction you immediately hit a set of lovely wide sweepers with good visibility.
Just as I exited the village a young pup was sat outside a house astride his 600cc something or other, putting his helmet on. He had full leathers on and looked like he wouldn't take much baiting. I did everything but shout 'come on then if you think you're good enough''. I held the FJR in 2nd for longer than needed so the engine revved, then up to 3rd, and a blip of the throttle as I changed back down to 2nd for the bend. I thought 'that should let him know why I am on his strech of road tonight'.
Sure enough as I reached the end of the next straight he was on my tail, this time I could hear his engine revving as he crashed down the box as we approached the next corner.
The next stretch is pretty open and I was able to wind the FJR up, my heart was racing and I was 21 again being completely stupid. I rode the bike like I have never ridden it before, the engine screaming in every gear and the front wheel digging furrows as I braked heaviley into the corners. It was heaven, what a fantastic experience I have denied myself for too long. The bike was way too fast for those roads and I seldom got half way through 4th gear, but going up and down the box, heavy braking and throwing the bike on its side left and then right, was something I havn't done for literaly years.
I have to concede the point that uprated suspension would be a must if I were to do that kind of thing often. I have argued the opposite in other threads, but there was quite a lot of front wheel drift and something going on at the rear under heavy acceleration whilst still cranked over that I didn't have time to work out.
Anyway, heres the funny bit, Valentino Rossi became a tiny spec in my mirrors. I almost laughed out loud when I looked and saw him in the distance. I slowed a bit and let him get a bit closer and then thought 'feck it' and buggered off into the sunset. When I came to the next village, Alderly Edge, I slowed right down and eventually stopped at a red light, he appeared just as I set off. I went straight on and he turned at the lights.
I can just imagine him telling his mates how this fat bastard on a tourer left him in the weeds.......or maybe he wont hehehehehehehehehehe
Anyway, I must not do that again....possibly.
The route takes me past Jodrell bank, a huge radio telescope. Check it out on Google Earth.
ROUTE
*Scally....scallywag, English slang for loveable rogue....y'know, like me.
OK to not cut a long story short............
My SO is more of a bike fan than me, if I sold the bike I am certain she would divorce me. For that reason I have very seldom been out on the bike on my own since we met. (7 Yrs.). Painful as that might sound it's true. Now some of you who have read my previous posts will have surmised that I am....OK have been a bit of a *scally on a bike in days gone by. So the thoughts of going for a thrash have had to be pushed from my conciesness, for ever I thought .
Tonight the mood came over me, the weather was just about perfect, and I had some young guy's blood surging through my narrowed arteries. Without a thought for the marital concequenses I opened the garage door, threw on some kit and rolled out the beast. Within minutes we were on the M60 heading for anywhere fast.
We went up the M60, onto the M56 and then South on the M6. This took me to Holmes Chapel and my favourite local twisties. It's about 7 miles of typical English country lanes. (Similar to the TT footage). A couple of long (flat in 4th gear) straights, then lots of 2nd, 3rd & 4th gear bends of varying difficulty and speed.
Holmes Chapel is just off the M6 you pass through the village, and as you leave, heading back in an Easterly direction you immediately hit a set of lovely wide sweepers with good visibility.
Just as I exited the village a young pup was sat outside a house astride his 600cc something or other, putting his helmet on. He had full leathers on and looked like he wouldn't take much baiting. I did everything but shout 'come on then if you think you're good enough''. I held the FJR in 2nd for longer than needed so the engine revved, then up to 3rd, and a blip of the throttle as I changed back down to 2nd for the bend. I thought 'that should let him know why I am on his strech of road tonight'.
Sure enough as I reached the end of the next straight he was on my tail, this time I could hear his engine revving as he crashed down the box as we approached the next corner.
The next stretch is pretty open and I was able to wind the FJR up, my heart was racing and I was 21 again being completely stupid. I rode the bike like I have never ridden it before, the engine screaming in every gear and the front wheel digging furrows as I braked heaviley into the corners. It was heaven, what a fantastic experience I have denied myself for too long. The bike was way too fast for those roads and I seldom got half way through 4th gear, but going up and down the box, heavy braking and throwing the bike on its side left and then right, was something I havn't done for literaly years.
I have to concede the point that uprated suspension would be a must if I were to do that kind of thing often. I have argued the opposite in other threads, but there was quite a lot of front wheel drift and something going on at the rear under heavy acceleration whilst still cranked over that I didn't have time to work out.
Anyway, heres the funny bit, Valentino Rossi became a tiny spec in my mirrors. I almost laughed out loud when I looked and saw him in the distance. I slowed a bit and let him get a bit closer and then thought 'feck it' and buggered off into the sunset. When I came to the next village, Alderly Edge, I slowed right down and eventually stopped at a red light, he appeared just as I set off. I went straight on and he turned at the lights.
I can just imagine him telling his mates how this fat bastard on a tourer left him in the weeds.......or maybe he wont hehehehehehehehehehe
Anyway, I must not do that again....possibly.
The route takes me past Jodrell bank, a huge radio telescope. Check it out on Google Earth.
ROUTE
*Scally....scallywag, English slang for loveable rogue....y'know, like me.
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truly a good read! Keep that up and you'll be getting 3000 miles per tire like other hooligans on this site.. 
