A Tuesday Night Date with an Old Friend
Last night, being Tuesday and all, I went out for tacos with the fellas. It was the first time that I took the ole Tiger for a ride in a long while.
When I first swung my leg over the big girl, everything felt HUGE. I couldn’t thoughtlessly maneuver it the way I can the FZ or the Bonnie. Instead I tippy-toed trying to manage its top heavy bulk.
With the no-speed maneuvering around the garage handled, I set off to the taco rendezvous point.
Well, That Escalated Quickly!
Let’s just say, I got there… quickly.
The Tiger is quiet, strong and comfortable. Once moving everything feels so easy. So much so that I wondered why everyone was driving so slowly on the Expressway. It was because I was effortlessly propelled to triple digits without any fuss or noise.
Realizing my error I rolled off the throttle and slowed my pace. Oopsie!
I forgot the reasons why I love this bike since I’ve been dazzled by the noise and tiny fury of the FZ07.
It was good to catch up with my old friend.