It was time for another Sunday blast with dad, him on a 2007 Fireblade and me on Doris the updated-for-2017 Duke. My dad must have been so bored.
I was there with my hair dryer working hard to get up to the national speed limit, taking a million hours to do so and dad was cruising behind me…probably listening to lift/interlude music, with tumbleweed passing by or something.
Every time I looked in my mirrors I thought, 'Yep, he's still there. He doesn't look like he's about to zip past me.' I'd repeat this a couple of times and then the millisecond I don't look, ZOOM...and he's gone. Seriously gone.
When we took some country lanes he was able to dispose of cars at the flick of a wrist and I simply couldn’t overtake. I was basically another car.
One place I did have dad, was when filtering through traffic. I imagine the 15bhp Duke was better than the Blade thanks to her light 137kg and wide steering lock, ha! Take that pops! But then the road opened up and there it was again... dust-in-my-face.
No matter how much I love Doris, and I do love her a lot — if I lived in the city her LED headlight, economic-on-fuel self would be with me every day — but it is time, it’s time for a bigger bike now. Is anyone listening to me?
Aside from actually being able to ride with dad, my fiancé, Theo, was riding along with us on a Yamaha MT-125.
Theo weighs 97kg, meaning my 53kg-frame was nippier. Having someone on the same capacity bike and a tad bit slower — now that pleasured my ego a bit (Soz to my future husband).
What I wore the sunny Sunday blast