To the Gats of course. No time to stop at Chelsea pub this time 'round.. Some weather was blowing in. Lightning and the like. Lots of wind. We hightailed it to the Hamlet for some suds, however we did make the Lookout. We left at 7:40 after our respective wee ones were all nicely tucked in.
The ride back was warp speed nine as Jake had decided to whip my poor 32 yr old R bike -and ruin my superiority complex- with heavy handed application of throttle on his mighty K!
I felt every tick and clack of the valves each kilometer per hour above 130KpH and felt as if the 2 valves per cylinder would grenade if more fuel was shoved down it's throat. But I called upon my inner Scotty to push the Dylithium crystals to a possible 150 kph (I couldnt tell as my spedo needle was dancing to a different beat)
I was happy with my R100S. It took the abuse with out complaint. You figure an older bike needs kid gloves but this seems to be a sturdy/robust machine capable of withstanding a certain amount of flogging. After the teething niggles of the first few weeks I feel confident that I can leave the 613 without getting stranded.
On another note I took a test ride on a BRP Spyder 3 wheel roadster... That'll be another post!
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