I took a short ride through the countryside on Monday. I had been riding on a wore down back tyre for quite some time. It speaks out rather early that there is no traction available at rather slight throttle inputs out of corners. This, along with a bit more trepidation in my cornering prowess has eroded confidence considerably. I installed a new rear and started relearning how to ride. I actually set out to push myself past my comfort zone and into the zone in which I have lived on the SD throughout our travels. The road on this trip is a road in which I am extremely familiar. I call it the 72 mile loop. It has a section of splendid tight curves that beg to be blasted.
I did the usual trek and stopped for my short shot of Gatorade after once through the twisty stuff. I met a couple of motorcyclists parked up at my usual stop.
I nice couple from Castaic on a Triumph Tiger 800 and she on a WeeStrom. When I was done chatting and was back on the bike and rolling back onto the road a ZZR 1200 road by. I pulled out and followed him up out of the canyon and back down into another. He made riding look so effortless. He moved ever so slightly off the seat and was on a very spirited clip. It was not hard to stay with him and it was not easy. I was fully in my element and never left the comfort zone of my riding capability, though I was certainly reawakened as to what that capability was. I promise to myself that I will try hard not to let complacency and or cowardice to create a crappy rider.
Thank you Dunlop, Thank you dark shielded rider on the ZZR.

I took a short ride through the countryside on Monday. I had been riding on a wore down back tyre for quite some time. It speaks out rather early that there is no traction available at rather slight throttle inputs out of corners. This, along with a bit more trepidation in my cornering prowess has eroded confidence considerably. I installed a new rear and started relearning how to ride. I actually set out to push myself past my comfort zone and into the zone in which I have lived on the SD throughout our travels. The road on this trip is a road in which I am extremely familiar. I call it the 72 mile loop. It has a section of splendid tight curves that beg to be blasted.
I did the usual trek and stopped for my short shot of Gatorade after once through the twisty stuff. I met a couple of motorcyclists parked up at my usual stop.
I nice couple from Castaic on a Triumph Tiger 800 and she on a WeeStrom. When I was done chatting and was back on the bike and rolling back onto the road a ZZR 1200 road by. I pulled out and followed him up out of the canyon and back down into another. He made riding look so effortless. He moved ever so slightly off the seat and was on a very spirited clip. It was not hard to stay with him and it was not easy. I was fully in my element and never left the comfort zone of my riding capability, though I was certainly reawakened as to what that capability was. I promise to myself that I will try hard not to let complacency and or cowardice to create a crappy rider.
Thank you Dunlop, Thank you dark shielded rider on the ZZR.

I think this is the most normal sounding post i have ever read from you O_o

Must be the Gatorade,,,,,,,,

Upon further study the title should have read ZRX1100, all else remains debatable.