Motorbikes are not girls. Elsa doesn't mind if I look at other motorbikes. That is just as well, because I have been straying. Only in my mind, and a little internet surfing. Bad I know.
Several times this trip I have turned back faced with Swedish country gravel roads. my experience is that if they are bad where they meet the highway, they sure as hell will be worse later on. Elsa is just too big and heavy (sorry gal) to be good at these roads. I feel a pang of jealousy thinking about Dave's GS, or Aki & Sami on their KTM's. I have the advantage with weather protection and shear ability to carry cargo. Elsa's pillion is one of the most comfortable in the motorcycling world. What do I do with it? Plonk my tent and camping equipment on it!
Turned back once too often, at the club house I happened to see a test review of the "smaller" adventure bikes. The big ones are too much of a handful to be seriously off road in my opinion. The old Triumph Tigers, the BMW R1200GS. If I was built myself to Viking proportions, no problem, but I'm a scrawny smallish Brit! BMW F800GS, KTM Adventure 990, Triumph Tiger 800. ????? I missed that one. Hinckley Triumph bless their British cotton socks have produced a new smaller Tiger as a serious adventure tourer/off roader. The more I look the more I realise that I may be falling in love. This could get to be more serious than my teenage crush on Debbie Harry of Blondie in the seventies!
Steady on chap! This is only a motorcycle. What ever. I don't have the money. I need to find work, but sooner or later I imagine I will be test riding a KTM, a smaller BM, and the Tiger.
Hell. I need a cold shower!
I had a horrible thought. What id boB tells Satnav Jane, and Jane tells Elsa. It's OK. Elsa is a motorbike, not a girl! I may be nervous on my next game of "get lost" though.
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