Long van haul into London on jammed up roads today - radio on, bored idiots lane swapping. Some twerp cut me up as I was getting off at the services and I followed him in. Funny thing is these kind of people never look hard out of the car. They carry their mean and self-serving idiocy inside and express it through other media, like cars, or business. Always a step removed from those they pass over.
Back on the slab and once the news programmes had subsided into drama serials and inane chit chat, I switched the radio off and got to thinking about my blog. Not much going on with the Black Bullet off the road but I've still a few miles unaccounted for.
The little riding time I've had has left me with a few first impressions and one of those is vibration. If we're going to go any further than the shops, I'm going to have to order some foam grips or gloves with cushioned palms. Can't ride safely with Vibration Whitefinger.
The bike doesn't handle in the modern sense of the word, you sit so high up in the saddle. I'm going to have to ramp it up gently. With stiff but bouncy forks and no rear suspension, every bump is an adventure. I won't be taking many pillion riders, not more than once. The pad mounted on the rear mudguard looks like a bit of a cruel joke.
The torque is all low down and dirty, which I generally like, and the gears are few but long. Quite how you get the bugger stopped once you get up to speed is another matter. I need miles under my belt to talk any more about this.
I know if I ask Bob, he'll look at me like I was born yesterday and just laugh.
