Bloody great fun,innit. I had a laugh with some knob on a Gixxer 750 some while back,on the straights he'd scream past me, but where the road got twisty,he was more erect than a politician in choirboy practice.Away I went again.Haw haw.
We met up at the pub and he's got all the brand new leathers,boots gloves,lid,handbag, the whole set. He's talking rear wheel steering and power slides and stuff and how fast these old Guzzis are in real life. Christ,I'm slower than treacle. I told him to just relax and have some fun. He'd been reading too many magazines I think.
Another time,me and a Fireblade came from Ayr to Stranraer(about 60 miles) and had great fun,going for it a wee bit on some great roads and having a blast.Got to the ferry and watched the sun going down and chewed the fat. That was a great run,one for the wee memory book.