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Following winter there's always the summer ride...!

Life is'nt an ad, I know - but does it get any cooler than this?

The power delivery is different than I've ever felt on this bike. It starts out tame, but builds real power exponentially with RPMs. I mean, it feels just like the RC51 which is a bike that you need diapers to operate correctly. The Honda did this too, Exponential Acceleration©. So the bike is truly complete. Buttery drive. Not loud. Great power. Great handling. And, it looks really cafe racer style sort of chopped up and personalized. Dave Richardson remarked that it looks so hotrod. I think it looks really American that way. As American as Sesame Street & Grease! http://youtu.be/rj23faSZ64U I reckon! O'kay enzo, keep the Kermit's http://jaipatoukompri.free.fr/kermit.gif but, please, just add a little lippy as the final touch! http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3zPc6jPlk/SngKdcgCDNI/AAAAAAAAAy8/N5bvr9F6UlM/s1600-h/kermit_1.jpg

Guzzi muse! Look forward to your report! Bung a couple of these on first - My link - sticking out the sides before you make up your mind to add a couple of ram-air scoops in place of those damn frogeyes. A arse-end ram-air goose - now who'da thought... Give this duck a run for his money! My link If it works well - it sure would look well insane! Cheers!

Looked into that Pete, ala: My link

Ah ha ha ha ha haaaaa! The 'force' of the Guzzi muse is certainaly with you - love it! However, maybe the faster you go you'll be creating more demand in getting that fast moving air to do a 180 degree turn to travel 24 inches back to the cylinder. Might get a bit lean at speed? Kill two birds with one stone, just bore LARGER holes where the green stickers were & mount a couple of forward facing ram-air scoops whilst gaining even longer runners to smooth & shoot the airflow into Raptor's lungs!!! My link See, even more performance - & gets the frogeyes dumped!

Have those Ohlin's dialled in perfectly on your V11 & she'll reward you with a mingin' ride Mjingen! Cheers!

Fu-uck man! Whaddya doing? Quickly, DUMP those Kermit frog eyes! You have just diverted any focus away from that muffler - they truly suck mate! Every Artiste needs to resist the temptation of just one more brushstroke. Quit while you're ahead before it turns into an abomination! Hurry, there's still time...

No broken bones, relaxed & happy with great mates as company, heading back to our non-basic European lives once more. Phew, & to think this was just the shortened version - 'Au revoir Maroc'!

Long day's in the saddle up until midnight for last 3 day's & just had to have some of Morocco's best food just one more time, so we pulled into where we had lunch before by Volubilius & they received us with another cracking meal at midnight, shower, bed & with brekky in morning before strapping bloody panniers down again for the race to the ferry.

So we turned round & headed for Marrakesh where we stayed overnight & next day had a well deserved Hamman 'man-love' body scrub, got a few henna scorpions of an old Berber lady, walked past the restaurant that got bombed later & headed as the crow fly's North.

She was Spanish, would'nt wanna mess with her - I'd rather have the nubian desert princess. But then again, any women looks good when you've been out in the desert...

Dang!

After tossing down 3 Fanta's followed by 3 Cokes & interspersed with mouthfuls of water we sat bemused as a blue helicopter flew in & landed over the road. About 10 mins later a group of Can-Am riders turned up - 5 mins later 2 bloody great big support vehicles appeared before another larger group of 20 or so Can-Am'ers! How to do the desert in money-no-object style!

So, we came outta the desert to some dusty mud buildings onto a solitary tarmac road & a nice newish petrol station literally 100 metres away. Check out all the stickers of various tours over the years. Shame we did'nt have one of our own to stick on.

Our first sign, pointing the way back to civilization! Ah, the beast! Still looking remarkably clean & fresh looking.

Being an Aussie, I'd realized at some point earlier on we didn't have enough water - we had no margin for error - if one of us had hurt ourselves & needed someone to stay with them whilst the other went for help - we would have been in a bit of trouble I reckon. As it was the bikes did'nt break down (irreparably) & we did'nt break any bones. Lucky this time!

By now, we just wanted to get the hell outta the desert.

Being low on water we had restricted ourselves to 2 mouthfuls every time we stopped & so when we saw this in the distance we headed for this well. Hoping. Bugger... dry as a mummified camel toe!

'You little prick'

'Bloody hell Jay, my leg's trapped under it - watcha doing? Don't be an arsehole, this is no time for taking photo's'! Er... yes it is.

Strewth, what now Andy? Try & keep up fella's - just get ya legs up on the pegs & gun the fu-uck out of it!!!

Until 10 miles later or so the boy's needed another couple of emergency adjustments & tied down with a freakin' big tow-rope as the brackets had shat themselves completely on Glens TDM by now. Meanwhile, the big black reliable Ortleib mockingly waited patiently in the barren sun-ravaged moonscape...

So, refreshed the morning after the night before... we prepare to set off with the assistance of a bungey or two holding down bloodied & battered panniers!

The boy's slept here & as they had earlier banned me from sleeping within earshot of 'em 'cos of me snoring, I dossed down in the big tent with dreams of tasting dark flawless skin under her flowing robes...