So a friend drops by the shop yesterday on his older VFR 1000. The bike is absolutely gorgeous, it has 33K miles on it and he's the original owner. I swear, you could eat a meal off of any surface of the bike. Anyway, he knew I was getting a Hyper and he'd seen it riding by. he didn't have time to stay so I suggested he take my bike and take it back to work. He threw me his keys and told me to bring the VFR by his work when I closed at 5.
About an hour later he calls me. In the mile between our shops he'd already found trouble. He short shifted to 3rd and decided to hammer it and see what it had, and according to him he found himself "seeing sky". Bringing it back down, he wound it up in 3rd when all of a sudden he noticed a cop, sitting in a parking lot. Within a few seconds he was pulled over.
The first thing he tells the cop is that "it's not my bike, I'm not used to it" to which the cop asks if it's stolen. Licenses out and explanations given, the cop informs him that he was going 60 in a 35, doesn't write him for the wheelie but gives him a speeding ticket.
That's gotta be some sort of record... less than a mile and a ticket.
The cool part is that he LOVED it, and thinks he wants one.
The VFR was one of my lust objects back in the 80's but I'd never ridden one. Wow... I guess 25 years is a long time in the development of bikes but I really thought it would be better. Slow, ridiculously bad ergos, non-existent brakes, and forks that you could actually feel flex. I guess it can remain a lust object in my dreams but I'm really glad I have my Duc.
A pic of his bike.
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