A long time ago a little pinky was even littler than he is now he dreamed of one day owning a superbike. When I say superbike I meant the +750cc bikes. At the tine the Fireblade was released as a 900cc beastie and that was my first big bike love.
First bike was an RXS 100 and then I moved away and the bike was sold. Couldnt afford another bike for 15 years so pinky was sad. Last year I went through the DAS course with the promise of a 1991 Gixxer 750 for a free loan until I got myself a ride sorted out of my own. The instructor rode a TL1000R and when the bloke opened it up I stopped hearing my training bike beneath me. Gone was the dream of owning a Fireblade I wanted a bike that sounded like that.
Passed my test, enjoyed the Gixxer for 6 months while I done my research. The TLR seemed to be a bit of an animal in all reviews. The cheaper TLS was simply named the widowmaker. That left the Suzuki SV1000, the Aprillia Mille, the SP or the Storm. The first 3 were out of my budget and the Storm reviews all seemed to point me in the right direction. They have a reputation of being good fun and new rider friendly with bags of grunt and noise.
After a near miss, outbid by £20 on a yellow one in Portsmouth I found the black one I have now going for a song. Little bit tatty, had been dropped at a standstill and has a tiny dink in the tank but the price was right and I bought it. Took the train to the town, a mere 70 miles away, and picked the bike up. It was pissing down with rain as I left Bexhill for the ride back to Portsmouth so I took it really easy. The clunky gear box and the whirring engine, and the engine braking, I wasnt sure of at the start. Infact I had started to wonder whether I had made the right choice or if I should have stuck with an Inline 4 like the Gixxer.
Just outside Brighton the sun had came out and the roads had dried enough to have a play. I twisted the thottle and the bike shot forward. One second I was doing a sedate 40mph and the next I was doing over 80 and the bike wasnt even trying. Any doubts about the bike being wrong vanished in that instant as the whirr of the engine was replaced with the clatter from the exaust. I was converted.
I've had the bike about 8 months now and still love the beast as much as I did in that moment. Sure she's not as pretty as a sports race rep thingy. Sure she's a noisy clunky thing at times and she's as thirsty as an alcoholic but she's good fun and she's fast enough for my needs. I cant see myself getting rid of her anytime in the future.
Unless I'm offered an SP at a price I cant refuse.
