A41Billy
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Went for a nice ride out Trail Hwy with a couple buddies the other day. We stopped half way for lunch. As we finished eating, my Ducati riding friend asks if I would like to ride his 1198 for a couple miles on the ride home. I quickly responded with a "HELL YES". His rules, no wheelies.
Coming off the FJR and onto the Ducati was a shock to the ergos. I knew I was on something special. The seat was hard and only 3/4" thick. The exhaust runs directly underneath it, so the buns toast. I was careful with it as I adjusted to it's controls and responses to my inputs. After a minute or two it was time to feel the capabilities. This bike will get moving in a hurry. I look down to catch a glimpse of the speedo showing 140. Time to bring her down. The Brembo brakes were smooth and powerful.
That couple miles turned into 60. I did accidentally pull the front wheel up just giving her a little juice, ooops(sorry Robert). The true joy was getting off the slab and onto some back roads. This bike was so effortless in the corners. It felt so light and nimble, yet so raw and powerful.
After we got back we exchanged our thoughts. I thanked him for letting me ride his bike, as it was an experience I would probably never have gotten if not for his generosity.
He said he was really impressed with the FJRs power and called it the flying couch. Getting back on my Yamaha quickly reminded my of how comfortable and refined this machine is. As much fun as that Ducati 1198 was, I wouldnt trade my FJR for any other bike.
Coming off the FJR and onto the Ducati was a shock to the ergos. I knew I was on something special. The seat was hard and only 3/4" thick. The exhaust runs directly underneath it, so the buns toast. I was careful with it as I adjusted to it's controls and responses to my inputs. After a minute or two it was time to feel the capabilities. This bike will get moving in a hurry. I look down to catch a glimpse of the speedo showing 140. Time to bring her down. The Brembo brakes were smooth and powerful.
That couple miles turned into 60. I did accidentally pull the front wheel up just giving her a little juice, ooops(sorry Robert). The true joy was getting off the slab and onto some back roads. This bike was so effortless in the corners. It felt so light and nimble, yet so raw and powerful.
After we got back we exchanged our thoughts. I thanked him for letting me ride his bike, as it was an experience I would probably never have gotten if not for his generosity.
He said he was really impressed with the FJRs power and called it the flying couch. Getting back on my Yamaha quickly reminded my of how comfortable and refined this machine is. As much fun as that Ducati 1198 was, I wouldnt trade my FJR for any other bike.