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Some basic facts that may pertain to the case ... I took the Lee Parks Total Control course in Olympia, Washington back in May ... my 2007 DL650 (non-ABS) has a stock engine and exhaust ... it has Shinko 705 shoes with 3,000 miles of wear on them
So, here's the fun part ... on a recent trip to northwest California, I was on Highway 199 heading southwest from Cave Junction and came up behind a man and woman on sport bikes. I didn't get a good enough look at them to tell make/model, but they appeared to be 600's. Anyway, they were in full leathers and no luggage, knee pucks, the whole "I think I'm Valentino Rossi" get-up. I'm in my Aerostich and my bike is fully loaded with multi-day trip luggage. We stop at a construction zone and I ask if I can tag along behind them. They grin and say, "Sure!"
The flagger lets us move forward and they shoot ahead, and I lose sight of them around the first corner. After about two miles I catch up (never going more than 10+ over the speed limit). The guy is leading and his girlfriend/wife is right behind him. They are both leaning into the corners, and the guy is acting like he wants to drag his knee.
At this point, I'm having to hold back to keep from going right up her tail pipe (uh hum!) corner after corner. After about a dozen of these, she waves me forward. Then I'm trailing the lead guy, impatiently waiting for him to show me his stuff. No dice. He flinches first and waves me past as well, zoom zoom I fly by him and proceed to carve up the turns leaving them in the dust, literally (I can see him shaking his head as he trails behind in my mirror).
I think a rider with a flickable bike like the V-Strom, a grippy tire, and a sense of smoothness that comes from proper training and practice, can really give a less-experienced rider on an arguably more capable bike (sport bike, super bike, etc.) a lesson or two. It was fun and really boosted my ego. Carving up those delicious twisties, without getting a ticket, was gravy.
So, here's the fun part ... on a recent trip to northwest California, I was on Highway 199 heading southwest from Cave Junction and came up behind a man and woman on sport bikes. I didn't get a good enough look at them to tell make/model, but they appeared to be 600's. Anyway, they were in full leathers and no luggage, knee pucks, the whole "I think I'm Valentino Rossi" get-up. I'm in my Aerostich and my bike is fully loaded with multi-day trip luggage. We stop at a construction zone and I ask if I can tag along behind them. They grin and say, "Sure!"
The flagger lets us move forward and they shoot ahead, and I lose sight of them around the first corner. After about two miles I catch up (never going more than 10+ over the speed limit). The guy is leading and his girlfriend/wife is right behind him. They are both leaning into the corners, and the guy is acting like he wants to drag his knee.
At this point, I'm having to hold back to keep from going right up her tail pipe (uh hum!) corner after corner. After about a dozen of these, she waves me forward. Then I'm trailing the lead guy, impatiently waiting for him to show me his stuff. No dice. He flinches first and waves me past as well, zoom zoom I fly by him and proceed to carve up the turns leaving them in the dust, literally (I can see him shaking his head as he trails behind in my mirror).
I think a rider with a flickable bike like the V-Strom, a grippy tire, and a sense of smoothness that comes from proper training and practice, can really give a less-experienced rider on an arguably more capable bike (sport bike, super bike, etc.) a lesson or two. It was fun and really boosted my ego. Carving up those delicious twisties, without getting a ticket, was gravy.