Hi all, after 30yrs ive finally gotten over my distaste for "you meet the nicest people on Hondas", and crossed over from the dark, uncomfortable and agonising search for the complete nirvana that suffering is.
Now i bask in the glory of feeling little, whilst still leaning hard enough towards hell to get closer to DOG ( yes thats right mr deslexsic).
I even got a white one formerly owned by those who would see me damned to hell after a carb balance when i start practicing wheelies and other nasty sins. After all i was after comfort for my Guzzi induced arthritis! Comfort doesn't mean dead.
I picked her up near Philip Island and did a nice hard charge up the coast after solving the weave by putting some air in the new tyres. 24 pounds is shit!
Lets be honest the most Touring bike I,ve ever owned was a K100RS (yes black of course!)
and the most km's were on a Guzzi LM3 which are reknowned for making bevel drive Ducks seem comfortable! Ah the sound of custom mufflers, set off car alarms and angry neighbors.
She may be gone but I can still hear her on a quiet night in amongst the tinitis!
My daily ride is a SV650 so i obviously am in love with loud twins and corners. Back to the ST, sure strange at first but I AM DAMN F KING IMPRESSED! There I never thought I.d get old enough and sore enough to by a grandad bike, little own start to fall in love with that old lily white fat arsed tart. Normally i wouldn't be interested in an old girl with such a big face, arse and big saddlebags hanging off her hips.
The comfort is well lets say a different planet to what I am used to. She has a Russell seat and did I mention the holy grail for a rear set believer a Back Rest!
I was very suprised how easy she was to bend over and give a good flogging to with out raising a sweat myself. And it is true that old saying when your doing it and riding her hard all that weight and fat arse don't matter so much! Too much fun and comfort can have drawbacks though. Ran out of juice 20 k's out of Cann River which had shut 10 minutes before. so a cold night spent in the middle of nowhere waiting for the winds to stop dropping branches and for someone brave enough to stop and give me a lift in the morning.
Now i know it can make sense but i used shitloads of juice and when the light came on after the gauges suicide jump from half to empty i didn't believe it and kept riding as it was only around 380kms since full. Combo of very heavy wind, carb balance and gummed up after sitting for months and the idiot twisting the throttle wearing the maniacal grin. As I lay there shivering, looking at the stars and listening to the death metal of the howling wind dropping car destroyers from the trees. I didn't think this is so shit. All i could think of was riding the rest of the serpents back up the coast and flogging the old tart in the daylight.
Off to Qld this weekend so have a bit to do getting under her skirt and giving her a good fettle.
Some of you may know the bike it was from QLD and has bloody big aussie flag on it. It's gotta go, I see Black in the future. If any one knows this bike it'd be great to have a chat so i know some history. It has 196000kms. yes a few but she has experience! Lets face it, If I am going to ride some old tart that weighs twice the weight loaded of my other girl, hard enough to get a bad grin it's good that one of us has experience!
I'm looking forward to wiping my arse with young whipper snapper smiles that think my fat girlfriend can't dance.
There is a plan in life and if you want some tips follow this ( i'm sure some of you know this). Riding faster than the other guy is not horsepower nor torque. It's commitment. If life says "Dance with the Devil" you don't get to choose your weapon just use what is at hand. Commitment to push on and crazy enough to mess with the other guys head. Crusty looking guys on old bikes ( never ever wash them and add oil stains if needed). We have the advantage. There is no way they believe that your testicle to crazy ratio is up to youths insolence. Face book told them so! The look of contempt on many a pimple covered face at the colo bends garage as I would climb aboard my skinny tyre'd oil dripping bitch. Guzzilla would hunt them down with the sound and fury of hell canyoning off the rock walls! So Now it's White and Quiet. Don't forget "The Devils best trick was to make us think he doesn't exist"
" is that a cop behind me? oh shit its one of them crazies on a ST!"
Any way thanks for having me aboard i am sure i will rack some brains for ideas on the handling/brakes front as I am not going anywhere near fast enough to scare myself yet! ( please before any one spoils my fun I know its supposed to be a Touring Bike but i still want fun I'm not dead yet). The new pirelli's are great got another 5mm to go yet to the edge and starting to get that gum up look. Yes I am thinking more go as well and i know people say don't bother or why? But i have a few tricks up my sleeve and it's never whether you should, its simply because i can! Did I mention Honda's are good value I paid $3 a Kilo.
STuzzilla.
