If i had a sig.......(a smidge wordy)

..........It would now have changed

from

CBR1100xx

to

GSX-R 1000 K7
CBR1100xx

Picked it up last night in monsoon and gale.
Thought: yes this is lighter, nimbler, firmer, arse over titter etc.,
no surprises there then, but also thought hmmm me bird is gruntier
than this up to NSL.
5 mile soggy trip, then evening rearranging crap in shed to make
space.

Due to dry roads and sunshine, today, i have been mostly opening the
throttle; and cornering; and both; For approx 220km. A mere handful of
Niges, but a new dawn nonetheless.

Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, above 7-8k in second, third and fourth, full
throttle reveals unto the mortal, heretofore deluded, the profoundest
insights into rapid acceleration from high speeds to vastly higher
speeds, at em.... such speed. Then alas, one is apt to run out of
space....it'll come. I'll hunt it down. Not much in it up to illegal
velocities, but the rate of accelaration seems not to diminish at all.
Relatively speaking etc.
So this is the contemporary litre bike thing. The itch i had to
scratch. The words are cliche, obviously, but how utterly barking
nuts, how ludicrously impractical, how bizarrely excessive in context
of NSLs, and yet in these Nanny State, H&S, PC and Eco-religion
zealot infested days, still entirely legal (to purchase) AND Lo: can
be added to a nob 'eds insurance for 241 euro! This is truly a golden
age.

I feel vindicated. I had fretted and agonised about justification,
expense, practicality, necessity et cetera, but be-jesus, that nagging
'it has to be done, at least tried' feeling is now transformed to 'It
HAD to be done, but you have much to learn, young grass hopper'
After such a modest outing, this precision instrument has shown me a
glimmer of its potential in more skilled and familiar hands, as well
as how much it can teach. I've learned, out of necessity, how to keep
the front end down under ferocious acceleration, the machine was
disappointed; i've lost rear traction in the dry at (albeit modest)
lean and not shat, and the machine said 'am i bov vered, do i look
bovvered?', all the while the front held its line, nailed, lean was
constant, the machine waited for corner end, regained traction and
seemed to say 'Carry on, as you were'.
I and machine became airborne (v. low altitude) off blind crest but i
only became aware after machine had executed perfect landing,
electronic damper providing nonchalant composure on the 'only in
Ireland and other third world countries, lunar-topography type road
surface', while telling me 'I'm not even trying, you know'.
The UK bike press said, after Phillip Island release, that the British
B roads would test the "road-bike" credentials of this machine; well
i've rattled round some of the ropiest, lumpiest excuses for by-way,
that the west of ireland can provide, cunningly hidden from view at
turn in, and the machine held its rapier like swathe of a line and we
emerged through such corners me, wide eyed, saying 'how can it take
that corner, at that speed, on that surface and hold it's line?' it
saying something approximating to ' Yeah and? Next!'
The word of today is: Feedback
I fear I am becoming effusive. Due perhaps in the smaller part to the
effect one of the mellower irish whiskeys, but the greater, it has
( and has ) to be said, due to one of the juciest fruits of the finest
japanese engineering.

Notwithstanding our American cousins having buggered the word to
death, i can say that I am, indeed, in awe.

Make that Awe.

That is all.

 

They do.

Unfortunately, the same is not true of hangovers.
Its cold miserable and wet so at least i'm not missing out on a
thrash.
Think i'll go out to shed and oogle

 

Will use remaining chain + sprocket life to continue the learning
process, but yeah worth considering as getting to top end will be a
rare enough event....
much fun and fettleage......Yay

 

I thought those hay abusers were faster in a straight line than a litrebike.
Maybe things have changed since the last time I looked at a graph in MCN.

 

Stock busa has edge, aye. but whats 0.2 sec among friends AND its the
unfeasable speed / rapier handling combo that swings it for me...

Had chuckle today reading review of 09 litre bikes in which the gixxer
was called "big and heavy"
Its all relative i spose, seems smaller than 600s of few yrs ago to
me, but if the 09R1 and blade are that much smaller, I'll pass, can
just about fit me 6'3" length on mine, no doubt looking like a giraffe
on a skate, but i dont think i'm bendy enough to fold myself up much
more.
Especially given much hours will be done in saddle. The gixxer is
brining me to mugello, via a few whirligigs in the french alps on the
way.

roll on end o may....

 

Lovely post Welcome to the brotherhood of those of us who realise
quite how amazing these things are.

 

Whythangewe. Amazing indeed.

But. There's always a but. Today on my way to work on gixxer i
practised ye olde GP start from a set of lights. As you do. Now being
a yr round urban commuter, one does kinda know all about defending
your space and such. Up the road from said lights was a junction to my
left, with dude waiting to make a right accross my path. We all know
the direction this goes. If he saw me, i'm not sure if he did, he may
have thought "he'll never get here that quick, i'll chance it" But in
fairness to him, I didnt think i'd get there that quick either! Plus
i was focussing on rev counter feeding clutch etc, instead on the rush
hour numptoids around me.
Conclusion: (obvious)

increased rates of hurtleage reduce other relevant margins

we all know this, but today i learned i need to recalibrate margins
for vast hurtleage, while learning about the vast hurtleage, if ya
follow me.

Thats said, last time felt this giddy was when i was 12 and copped my
first feel of a firm boob of a willing lass...

 

I take it you avoided actual contact.

<g>

 

Aye, be a gnats pube