A lovely day for an MoT:
The staff at Ocean enjoyed looking it over (and snapping lots of photos).
Then off to the body-shop to let them have a butchers at their handiwork before a bit of a shake-down run.
Bloody hell.
This is one smooth bike. Some people say that the four cylinder K-Bricks can be vibey but I've never found the 16-Valve models to be anything but smooth (still not as good as the K75 triple mind).
The clutch, now that everything is well lubricated, is much lighter than any cable clutch has a right to be and the gearbox is a delight. Far, far better than any Oil-Head Boxer I've ridden.
There's a section of the old A38 from Plympton, heading East to where I took the following photos. There's a nice blind, acute left-hander that has a bump right on the apex that you can't avoid. I always used this to determine the suspension settings of my bikes. This K1 just ironed it out.
I'll admit to being a bit wary for the first mile or so through the city traffic because it's a long way from the right peg to the ground but in no time it was just second nature.
After the photos were taken, I resisted the temptation to go for a thrap and contented myself with a quick squirt back down the A38. Kin'ell. The comfort is there, just don't ride with straight arms and you're in a pocket of completely still air. I didn't do anything silly but the few miles just flashed by.
Then there's the warmth. By the time I got home the fan just cut-in after some long stops in the city traffic (mainly caused by gaggles of school buses picking-up the little dears). These bikes are toasty. You don't need a heated seat, if you were to ride in the rain, a short city ride and the warm air from the engine and radiator would dry you out.
That's it. There are a few small things to do that might take the next five yeas to sort out and then I can deliver it back to the owner.
I've really enjoyed doing this and hope when he sees it Mike will think that handing it over to me was worth it.