clerici
Guest
I'm sorry but I have to admit to riding another bike whilst my GS was being serviced. (18k in 15 months)
It was a brief affair. I had been seduced by the pictures, the promise of fun without wind. A bike that would transport me to new heights of extacy. She was a new 1200RT, her curvacious fairings were too much for me and whilst my red GS was hidden from view - before I knew it - my leg was over and we were off. To begin with her steering wasn't precise and the feelings were just wrong, but we perservered and after an hour or so I was begining to enjoy the experience. The guilt had disappeared as I marvelled at the on board computer; we speeded along overtaking as we went; then almost unconciously my finger started playing with the screen button. Up and down, up and down - the wind took my breath away one minute then the next I was coddled in a calm warm envelope watching the world zoom by. Surely this is motorbiking heaven?
I even took her home to see how she would be in the garage - a prefect fit.
A spin on the turntable and then I played with the panniers and other little cubby holes
Then it was time to take her back so we had another 45 minutes along the motorway - the placed where she would be at her best??? but no...the mirrors were small (why hadn't i noticed that before?) the wind shielding gave a strange surging feel that no amount of tweaking would get rid of...and then traffic - her big fairing and her fat arse all made it a nerve racking experience.
At last the garage and they brought out my GS - wet with a quick shower, purring engine. I jumped on. Ahhh true love....what was i thinking of. We rode off into the sunset (well we would have done but it was cloudy) but I was smiling...all the way home...
It was a brief affair. I had been seduced by the pictures, the promise of fun without wind. A bike that would transport me to new heights of extacy. She was a new 1200RT, her curvacious fairings were too much for me and whilst my red GS was hidden from view - before I knew it - my leg was over and we were off. To begin with her steering wasn't precise and the feelings were just wrong, but we perservered and after an hour or so I was begining to enjoy the experience. The guilt had disappeared as I marvelled at the on board computer; we speeded along overtaking as we went; then almost unconciously my finger started playing with the screen button. Up and down, up and down - the wind took my breath away one minute then the next I was coddled in a calm warm envelope watching the world zoom by. Surely this is motorbiking heaven?
I even took her home to see how she would be in the garage - a prefect fit.
A spin on the turntable and then I played with the panniers and other little cubby holes
Then it was time to take her back so we had another 45 minutes along the motorway - the placed where she would be at her best??? but no...the mirrors were small (why hadn't i noticed that before?) the wind shielding gave a strange surging feel that no amount of tweaking would get rid of...and then traffic - her big fairing and her fat arse all made it a nerve racking experience.
At last the garage and they brought out my GS - wet with a quick shower, purring engine. I jumped on. Ahhh true love....what was i thinking of. We rode off into the sunset (well we would have done but it was cloudy) but I was smiling...all the way home...
