The reality of a superbike
My F4 MV Agusta (Agnes) is a drop dead gorgeous piece of machinery. At any given stop tourists take photos. Even regular bikers at the Nürburgring pull their cameras to capture the red trim and clean racing lines. On top of the looks, she does one thing very, very, well. Speed. I’m not even close to harnessing her potential (yet). With a strong raw acceleration which sits you back in the seat and an ever present eagerness to always go faster, Agnes devours the road ahead.
Though, having made the snappy journey through the backroads to Luxembourg, it became ridiculously apparent. There is NO WAY I can complete this tour on my MV Agusta. It’s simply too uncomfortable at distance and becomes downright dangerous.
I can imagine most readers in the audience just shrugging their shoulders. Happy to infer that I’m just “a bit soft” or not up to the task. An understandable predicate. And I would wholeheartedly agree had I not rode to Norway with my “bestest” and his post ride decisions.
Following Norway, “Hamo” has decided to remove his Ducati 1198 from legal public road use, to de-register the bike and only use it on the race track. For someone who has been riding a large number of bikes for the last 20 years, such a decision becomes a statement. Ultimately, that’s what these bikes are best for.
So what now? Well luckily I have some spare time up my sleeve so sorting a rental, and potentially another Motorrad to bring home???