The GB is a wonderful motorbike. At about 30hp it is ,as Gordon Jennnings once said, "equal to a gentlemanly pace." Yet it is so narrow and lithe I have cooked the derrieres of many a liter bike ( much to their dismay).
Recently I thought of selling it. It would fetch, perhaps, $3500USD. Just a glance at it and I have renigged. The whole affair began with my oggling of a KTM 950 in orange all kitted out. Then thinking, ' off with the VFR, the GB and one of the XR's and maybe I could swing this . . .'
I really do still lust after the KTM but just can't part with the GB. It is my first bike with 42,000 miles.
Still, if I could have only one it would be the Sport. The way the cylinders ring at full chat on a cool morning, carving into the corners, the barking-grumbling Mistrals, all swooping-flying like an aviator intense on the dive, pulling up from the trees, banking, climbing hard. A leaping panther of a bike, so eager, so all-bent on satisfaction. She likes it, really, all the roughness and tossing about. Neither of us can wait til next time.
You just can't service an Italian bike without thoughts like these.