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He’s probably got a half-dozen decent bikes in his garage, all capable of kicking your sorry a55. Feel the need to burn cars? You have issues… seek therapy.
Getting my MR2 turbo back on the road, while having enough dosh to get my Suzuki back on the road in the next few weeks too.
I’m lodging in Essex at the moment, and I asked a local tart what she used for protection when having sex… and she said… “The bus shelter”.
Liquid cooled, direct injection, 1.5 litre, supercharged, compression-ignition, triple. 5-speed, manual transmission with back-torque limiting clutch and shaft drive. Full engine management.
150 bhp at 7000 rpm, 150 lbs-ft at 2500 rpm. Torque curve flat from 2500 to 6500.
Single sided rear arm. Hossack (as on new BMW) front end.
Sit-up-and-beg (think Wes Cooley) riding position, with a GS-1000S / Z1R type fairing (but frame, not bar, mounted).
Switchable ABS and Acceleration Slip Regulation (which the hard-of-thinking might still call traction control).
Mass to be less than 160 Kg dry / 200 Kg wet.
… so I gently eased back on the throttle until we were level, and raised my visor as she looked over and looked me directly in the eye. She lowered the window and shouted “If I loose this race to you I will be your slave for a day”, to which I replied “Honey I’ve had smarter tarts than you for breakfast”. She smiled wryly and accelerated ahead.
I reached down and opened the Nitrous Oxide tap fully, then flicked the turbo boost control to max. As we surged forward a could feel the rear tyre fighting for grip…
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Originally posted by Radar…
In an ideal world I would love both of these machines in my garage!In an ideal world I would love either of these machines in my garage!
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Originally posted by Radar… Geared for 158mph! Scary!
Yup, burn your left leg and crap your pants all at the same time!
long, hard and fast… just the way I like it.
A short time later the road was almost dry and the engine was fully warmed through. As I pulled out of a junction in Little Snoring a bright pink Lambo Gallardo emerged from the pub car park and followed very close behind me. In my mirrors I could see the sultry good looks of the Gallardo driver. Damn me, it was Paris Hilton! I could see her wink, and she flashed her lights…
… and then I woke up and realised that riding to China on my back wheel was a silly idea after all. I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes as the sun peeped cheerily through the curtains.
And so, an hour after breakfast I was sitting astride my recently serviced pride-and-joy, and decided to go for a proper run. I set off slowly, and after a few minutes eased out onto the…
Fine and dandy, but in effect no different to the latest from K, Y or H. Unless you would like to argue the toss?
