What the hell? All I want is for this guy to talk to me like and adult. The bloody salesman I am talking to is giving me all the patter. I know all the pro’s and the very few con’s of the bike I am about to spend a small fortune buying. Just take my money and stop patronising me you tit. As you may be able to guess I don’t have much time for sales people! If it wasn’t for the internet then I would only have myself to blame but obviously I have done my research; I would be a fool to hand over any cash at all if I hadn’t.
Anyhow, last Friday evening I picked up my new bike; a K5 GSX-R 750, and what a bike it is. After four years of faithful service from my ZX6 I finally had the wherewithal and the time was right to trade ‘her’ in and upgrade. To be totally honest, the last twelve months have seen very little in the way of road use for the old bike and lack of use had unfortunately lead to a niggling fault that four different dealers and over 500 quid failed to fix! Even when I was due to pick it up from the garage to take it to the dealer it failed to start. Luckily they got it started at the eleventh hour and it got me to the dealers ok. So the time was right and the ideal bike was available. Sometimes you have to treat yourself.
After picking it up Friday the only chance I got to ride it over the weekend was Saturday morning when I got to take it to the garage for its MOT, something that should have been done in the shop but the salesman had forgotten to get done. Anyhoo, it passed with no trouble. From there the next chance I got to use it was on the ride from Liverpool to Glasgow, via my mums house 180 degrees in the opposite direction, for a stop over to collect the work phone that try as I might I could not find an excuse to leave at home!
I could have put money on it raining. I should have put money on it raining. Five forty on a Monday morning my eyelids were straining to keep apart and the only thing I could do to stop from rolling over and going back to sleep was to think of the three or four hours ahead of me in the saddle riding back to Glasgow on my new bike. So after getting it out of the girlfriends back garden and spending over twenty minutes donning all the waterproof gear I have I was away.
I always get a bit excited at the start of any ride, even a mundane motorway jaunt up a cold strip of tarmac. You get a lot of head space, time to yourself to just think about shit when you are on a bike. I am not really one for wearing headphones and listening to music on the go so I obviously have stacks of time to ponder stuff and the journey up the M6/M74 gave me plenty of time for that. I started to think about the trips I will take on the new bike and if they could ever match up to the great times I had on the old bike. Times have changed since the last big trip I did. That one was round Europe with my mate, we will still do that and others again but I am in a relationship now and so chances are that the girlfriend and I will be doing a trip together some time in the New Year. Not that that’s a bad thing, but it will be different. With the girlfriend on the back will my riding pleasure be less due to the bike being more heavily loaded? A twist of the throttle and the noise of the induction roar reminds me that this is a much bigger bike than the last and so shouldn’t be a problem (as well as spreading a cheeky smile across my face). It had 4445 miles on the clock when I picked it up and I wondered how many more miles will be on it whenever at a future date I decide to trade it in and where those miles will have taken me.
Anyhow, last Friday evening I picked up my new bike; a K5 GSX-R 750, and what a bike it is. After four years of faithful service from my ZX6 I finally had the wherewithal and the time was right to trade ‘her’ in and upgrade. To be totally honest, the last twelve months have seen very little in the way of road use for the old bike and lack of use had unfortunately lead to a niggling fault that four different dealers and over 500 quid failed to fix! Even when I was due to pick it up from the garage to take it to the dealer it failed to start. Luckily they got it started at the eleventh hour and it got me to the dealers ok. So the time was right and the ideal bike was available. Sometimes you have to treat yourself.
After picking it up Friday the only chance I got to ride it over the weekend was Saturday morning when I got to take it to the garage for its MOT, something that should have been done in the shop but the salesman had forgotten to get done. Anyhoo, it passed with no trouble. From there the next chance I got to use it was on the ride from Liverpool to Glasgow, via my mums house 180 degrees in the opposite direction, for a stop over to collect the work phone that try as I might I could not find an excuse to leave at home!
I could have put money on it raining. I should have put money on it raining. Five forty on a Monday morning my eyelids were straining to keep apart and the only thing I could do to stop from rolling over and going back to sleep was to think of the three or four hours ahead of me in the saddle riding back to Glasgow on my new bike. So after getting it out of the girlfriends back garden and spending over twenty minutes donning all the waterproof gear I have I was away.
I always get a bit excited at the start of any ride, even a mundane motorway jaunt up a cold strip of tarmac. You get a lot of head space, time to yourself to just think about shit when you are on a bike. I am not really one for wearing headphones and listening to music on the go so I obviously have stacks of time to ponder stuff and the journey up the M6/M74 gave me plenty of time for that. I started to think about the trips I will take on the new bike and if they could ever match up to the great times I had on the old bike. Times have changed since the last big trip I did. That one was round Europe with my mate, we will still do that and others again but I am in a relationship now and so chances are that the girlfriend and I will be doing a trip together some time in the New Year. Not that that’s a bad thing, but it will be different. With the girlfriend on the back will my riding pleasure be less due to the bike being more heavily loaded? A twist of the throttle and the noise of the induction roar reminds me that this is a much bigger bike than the last and so shouldn’t be a problem (as well as spreading a cheeky smile across my face). It had 4445 miles on the clock when I picked it up and I wondered how many more miles will be on it whenever at a future date I decide to trade it in and where those miles will have taken me.
