Way
back in 1983, having left college and got a proper job, I just had
to get me one of the rice burning race replica type thingys. Well
the nearest I got was Honda's VF500 F2. These bikes developed one
hell of a poor reputation for reliability in the end, but mine never
went wrong. Probably not riding it hard enough to get the best from
it (and destroy the cam chain). Still we commuted for some 23,000
miles together, well most of the time anyway. She even went to
the Isle of Man where we had a whale of a time grounding fairings and
foot pegs and generally being a complete idiot. Can't believe I
never fell off it, neither did many others at the time. |
Having set a certain standard with my riding on this machine it
was clear it was time to slow down and become more sensible, and
there were better bikes around 3 years later. Yep another V4. As a
footnote to Jane's fate, she was traded in for a younger model and a
mate promptly bought it from the garage much to my annoyance. Then
to rub salt into the wound he chucked her up the road, then seized
the engine and then finally wrote her off! I'm amazed he's still
alive really. |