Dinger
Registered user
The wife went shopping with her mate today and the sun was shining on dry Lincolnshire roads so I grabbed the opportunity to go for a solo ride and see if the bike's new Bagster tank cover made it go any faster.
I headed out towards Caistor and on to Horncastle. There was hardly a soul on the roads and I began to wonder if England were playing as I stretched the GS's legs for the first time (it's got less than 800 miles on the clock so I've been taking it easy up 'til now). I got her up to 120mph for a spell and I noted that above 100 the buffetting disappeared, a bit like Chuck Jaeger going through the sound barrier.
I stopped for fuel in Horncastle and chatted to the garage owner, who has a pristine old Bantam in his shop window, before heading off through town. I stopped at traffic lights long enough for a bloke with a beard to drool over the bike, (...get away from her you BITCH).
Back in open countryside my confidence in the new tool was growing by the minute and as I passed the entrance to Cadwell Park I was throwing her into corners with gusto. (Note to self - there's a fine line between inspiring confidence and inducing stupidity.)
After passing Louth I turned into Barton Street, a cracking stretch of recently resurfaced road which is a favourite with local bikers and, more recently, policemen with cameras. I dismissed this last as I hid behind the screen and a clean driving licence and went for it.
The dash along Barton Street finally reassured me that swapping the Blackbird for the GS was the right move. The GS fits me better than the last bike in so many ways and it begs to be abused. It's been a long while since I had something under me begging to be abused and I was grinning like a big bag of grinning things as I pulled into my drive.
The missus wasn't home yet......so I went out again!
I headed out towards Caistor and on to Horncastle. There was hardly a soul on the roads and I began to wonder if England were playing as I stretched the GS's legs for the first time (it's got less than 800 miles on the clock so I've been taking it easy up 'til now). I got her up to 120mph for a spell and I noted that above 100 the buffetting disappeared, a bit like Chuck Jaeger going through the sound barrier.
I stopped for fuel in Horncastle and chatted to the garage owner, who has a pristine old Bantam in his shop window, before heading off through town. I stopped at traffic lights long enough for a bloke with a beard to drool over the bike, (...get away from her you BITCH).
Back in open countryside my confidence in the new tool was growing by the minute and as I passed the entrance to Cadwell Park I was throwing her into corners with gusto. (Note to self - there's a fine line between inspiring confidence and inducing stupidity.)
After passing Louth I turned into Barton Street, a cracking stretch of recently resurfaced road which is a favourite with local bikers and, more recently, policemen with cameras. I dismissed this last as I hid behind the screen and a clean driving licence and went for it.
The dash along Barton Street finally reassured me that swapping the Blackbird for the GS was the right move. The GS fits me better than the last bike in so many ways and it begs to be abused. It's been a long while since I had something under me begging to be abused and I was grinning like a big bag of grinning things as I pulled into my drive.
The missus wasn't home yet......so I went out again!
