After a couple of months after having give up my two wheels to relocate interstate, I am once again back on a steel ride.
Every time I suit up I feel this sick feeling in my stomach. It's like being a newbie again and almost fearing the ride. Will I stack it? Will a car try to kill me?
I bought myself a Suzuki SV650S, which is not the world most powerful machine but the girl has legs and is certainly an upgrade from my Kawasaki ZZR250, which I left interstate.
Everything about her is different. Her rev range. Her clutch point. Her gears. My ZZR would happily go up through the gears and reach 4th at about 60kph. My SV will reach 60kph by 2nd and if I'm nonchalantly going through the gears I'll find myself doing 90kph in a flash.
The rev range and clutch point is my main point of note at the moment. Keeping the revs high enough to stop the chugging but without sounding like I'm revving the daylights out of her. Finding the clutch point quickly but delicately so I don't stall or have her stand up on her rear wheel on me.
I'm planning on commuting every day and, although it is a short commute in kms, thanks to the wonderful Brisbane traffic, it's filled with constant stopping and starting. Perfect practice time.
Bring it on..
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