Post by satnav on May 6, 2015 17:00:10 GMT
Last wweekend, as the missus was up to her eyeballs in paperwork for a forthcoming audit at work, I thought I would make myself scarce and visit me old mum.
"You'll have to take the bike because I will need the car."says she (the missus that is, not me old mum)
"Really? " says I, "what a shame. "
So set off on my first long run on the Divvy, around 120 miles down the A19 and A1.
The run down was a bit of a damp squib, rarely getting above 50 due to the volume of traffic. In fact two accidents had the whole thing at a standstill, but not for bikes.
The worst hold up was just Outside Middlesbrough. The cause was a chap changing the wheel on his trailer in a lay-by. However because a police car was behind it with the blues flashing everyone was slowing down to rubber neck. #pissonfire.
What I did like though was the easy nature of the D9. No frenetic gear changing needed to make progress, just leave it in 5th and open the throttle for a gob full of torque and away.
The run did the bike good. On the way back it felt smoother and more responsive. As the roads were quieter I was more able to appreciate just how well the Divvy eats miles. It is a quick bike even when you are not riding quickly, if that makes sense.
These days I tend to stick more or less to the speed limit. But I have to admit there was one point just outside Ripon, I was just casually enjoying the ride and an open road when I glanced at the speedo. Let's just say it was a little bit North of where it should have been. Not bad for a 20 year old machine.
But then, when it was parked up next to the new beemers and Triumphs at Wetherby services, I was amazed at the respect my old and tatty Divvy received from other riders. They all appreciated what a good workhorse it is.
It was a tough call when I got back to the A690 slip on the way home. Do I turnoff or just keep going?
Well it was Steak and chips for tea, so I went home
"You'll have to take the bike because I will need the car."says she (the missus that is, not me old mum)
"Really? " says I, "what a shame. "
So set off on my first long run on the Divvy, around 120 miles down the A19 and A1.
The run down was a bit of a damp squib, rarely getting above 50 due to the volume of traffic. In fact two accidents had the whole thing at a standstill, but not for bikes.
The worst hold up was just Outside Middlesbrough. The cause was a chap changing the wheel on his trailer in a lay-by. However because a police car was behind it with the blues flashing everyone was slowing down to rubber neck. #pissonfire.
What I did like though was the easy nature of the D9. No frenetic gear changing needed to make progress, just leave it in 5th and open the throttle for a gob full of torque and away.
The run did the bike good. On the way back it felt smoother and more responsive. As the roads were quieter I was more able to appreciate just how well the Divvy eats miles. It is a quick bike even when you are not riding quickly, if that makes sense.
These days I tend to stick more or less to the speed limit. But I have to admit there was one point just outside Ripon, I was just casually enjoying the ride and an open road when I glanced at the speedo. Let's just say it was a little bit North of where it should have been. Not bad for a 20 year old machine.
But then, when it was parked up next to the new beemers and Triumphs at Wetherby services, I was amazed at the respect my old and tatty Divvy received from other riders. They all appreciated what a good workhorse it is.
It was a tough call when I got back to the A690 slip on the way home. Do I turnoff or just keep going?
Well it was Steak and chips for tea, so I went home
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?Groovy 