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.
I’ve spent all of my time on the FZ07 this year. And last year, I was committed to the Bonneville. The poor just Tiger slumbered silently, collecting dust.
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.
A Motorcyclist’s Lament: It Has Been A Long Winter
Don’t you love sifting through all of the ride photos that you’ve amassed over the years? Even though you’re busy reminiscing when you look at them, it’s funny how they inspire you to want to get out there and explore some more. The past pushing you forward towards the future.
When I look at this photo from some dusty backroad in Virginia I can’t help but want to feel those feelings of newness and wonder again. The road… she’s calling my name.