Mrs Betabiker was dismayed!
No beef for Sunday!
CATASTROPHE!
“No problem dear,despite it being Sunday morning
and we live in the middle of rural France,
I feel I can find a solution to the problem”
I fuel up the 2 FZRs,
Find the rucksack,
and with son John on board the FZR400
me on the FZR600
head off for Brantome,40 miles south.
Fantastic, quiet,sinuous roads,
virtually no traffic
and a sunny warm day-25 degrees.
We play tag -never less than 70mph,
never more than 100mph.
The 600 FZR pulls like a train,
with no discernible powerband.
When needed,
a shot of acceleration is easily gained
by shifting down a gear.
It does have to be said that the 600 demands some input
in the handling dept.
Whilst very stable,
its 189 kgs bulk requires
an involved effort to hussle through the twistys.
I was aware that I was “counter steering”
(turning the wheel slightly
in the opposite direction
as the cornering move commences.
It is normally an operation done unconciously,
but once you know about it,
you notice when you are doing it!)
ANYWAY
together with the counter steering,
I needed to “push” the bike down in the corners
pressing down on the inside foot peg
and applying pressure with the bum cheek !
Arriving at a very crowded Brantome,
we had a quick beer at a shady bar
overlooking the river
bought the beef joint
( and some nice lamb)
Togged up and belted back.
great run,only marred slightly
by me getting stung on my neck
by a wasp caught up in my “Buff”
Was the beef good?
Bloody marvellous!

Posted by Peter 


Posted by Peter