"Honey, I Spent The Aga Budget…"

Categories: Bikes Diary Reviews

Time for a new toy. My old faithful STealth – my ST4s – has served me well for four years and it's a keeper, as a supremely capable all-round machine, so I'm looking for something more specific and more focussed for play on the local roads. Which is where the first of many dilemmas kicks in – which toy for which roads? Around here there are ballistically-fast, sweeping A-roads with sudden sections of tight twisties: that'll be a Ducati 1098S then. Then there are the smaller glen roads - rising and falling, twisting and turning back on themselves as they follow the edges of the lochs: much more Monster or KTM SuperDuke territory. Finally, there are bikes that seek the best compromise for all of these, plus my kilometre of potholed Belgium-on-a-bad-day drive: possibly a Multistrada 1100S - in fact if the Multistrada had the Testastretta engine, it would have been a shoo-in - I've ridden the earlier incarnation enough to know just how good a chassis they've got. But hang on, we're not talking about looking for an all-rounder here: we're looking for the maximum of engagement, hoot-inducing fun and the ability to get from A to B, usually via C to Z, with as much flair as possible and a decent tank range, given the distance between filling stations hereabouts. So I'm off to Ducati Glasgow to sample a selection of their range.

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Safety Last

Categories: Rants Reviews

My mother doesn't change her car very often: her last change was in 1991, from a thirteen-year-old Fiat 128 to her still-current, Zen-basic, 1-litre Peugeot 205. So basic in fact, that it doesn't even possess a clock, let alone advanced toys like a radio. The upside of this is that it represents motoring at its most focussed and basic, with nothing to distract you from the act of driving – and with such skinny tyres, you can have huge fun at very low and genuinely legal speeds. The late James Hunt used to drive an old Austin A30 van for exactly the same reasons. The Pug also possesses supremely good all-round visibility from narrow pillars and a low waistline. Its absolutely direct handling is a delight and the only downside is its criminally heavy steering, making three-point turns an exercise in forearm-pumping and giving my mother a seriously dangerous left hook. That little Peugeot is now fifteen years old and, despite its only having 25,000 miles on the clock, is starting to show signs of incipient decreptitude.

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Boxer Rebellion

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I like BMWs. Or rather, I've always tried to like BMWs – they plough their own furrow (sometimes literally) and are distinctive and different in appearance, ride and attitude, offering an intriguing alternative to the ubiquity of across-the-frame four-cylinder machines. My earliest vicarious experience with the marque was in the mid-seventies, with Bike magazine's breathless review of the rip-snorting R90S, which heavily implied that only those stout of both heart and sinew could be expected to master the mighty beast – quite a heady concept to an impressionable student who was just then coming to terms with the unbridled power of a newly-restored Royal Enfield 250. The fact that the R90S actually put out something like 60bhp on a good day was neither here nor there – it was the shock and awe that counted.

In the early eighties, I occasionally knocked around on an R90/6 and on one of the first K100s to hit these shores ("What shores?" – "Mine's a gin & tonic, thank you…") – compared to my Pantah, it was like riding a fast-spin washing machine that was attached to the world by rubber bands. Slack rubber bands. Thankfully chassis and suspension have improved over the years and BMW, after a short-lived attempt to abandon the Boxer twin layout, still offer a range composed predominantly of the twins plus four-cylinder heavyweights. I've ridden several of the current generation of both and am generally of the opinion that there are some truly excellent chassis here, all however desperately in search of decent engines.

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Small and Perfectly Formed…

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Here's a thing: a non-Italian bike, sight of which had me screeching to a halt outside the dealer while going about my business of the day. I can't think of anything save the current R1 that's managed that before. So here's a teaser: My photoshoot of the very new, very shiny Triumph Daytona 675, in tasteful dark grey:

Click here for the Colour image gallery.
Click here for the Black & White image gallery.

All images are copyright © Richard Harris, 2006. And watch this space: There's a full road test on the Daytona 675 coming to this site, very soon indeed…

The First Day of Sprint

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Just a week ago, Winter was very much with us. It was snowing in my little corner of Surrey, and had been for a fortnight. I'd had flu, and life was very much about not going anywhere beyond the warm and inherently stable confines of a motor car. Then, come Thursday morning, Spring arrived with a burst of bright and glowing sunshine – outside, the sparrows were coughing their way through the first dawn chorus of the year and inside, the cats were darkly muttering their desire to get outside of those same sparrows. And, to round out the signs and portents for this first day of Spring, Haslemere Motorcycles had also arranged to hand me the keys to their very shiny, very new Triumph Sprint ST demonstrator, for a test ride, which was definitely worth getting up for.

Now you'll notice that was spelt T-r-i-u-m-p-h, not D-u-c-a-t-i. But if you've read other stuff on this site, you'll also know that, despite being a hardened Ducatista, I'm just generally in favour of excellence in the form of good and characterful motorcycles. And it's always been a toss-up for me between the V-twin and the in-line triple as the perfect engine format. That's an opinion that hasn't changed since my motorcycling adolescence of the 1970s and my formative exposure to two of the great biking icons of the day - the Ducati 900ss and the T160V Trident.

I've ridden most current Ducatis, and not a few of the Triumphs of the last several years, and been impressed with all of them. The difference however is that I can usually manage to look at a Ducati without wincing, which hasn't always been true of the Trumpets. Worthy and thoroughly competent motorcycles certainly, but frequently with all the stylistic finesse of a lard blancmange and occasional lapses of finish that would shame a Trabant.

First Impressions

That's all been changing in the last couple of years – Triumph appearing to have adopted the very un-British view that a bike that looks good as well as working well will, funnily enough, sell well. And the latest incarnation of that thinking is the new generation Sprint ST, Triumph's sports tourer and a direct competitor to my own ST4s. So here we have the Triumph, resplendent in electric blue paintwork and triple-themed lights, clocks and pipes: matching tie, handkerchief and socks. Parts in fact seem slightly and contrivedly over-designed, giving parts like the clocks the impression of cosmetic plastic rather than alloyed engineering.

Overall though, this bike looks great - it has a spare elegance of design and line, with an aggressive and very non-lardy rearward-rising stance and a remarkable overall slimness to the package – it looks, and feels, light and lithe.

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State of the Art…

Categories: Bikes Diary Rants Reviews Rides Riding Tech

Bear with me, will you? I've been running this blog and site since late 1998 and have finally gotten around to migrating it all into my Two Worlds vServer engine, a set-up based on Movable Type content management system plus lots of other bits and pieces, held together with various hackettes (sorry, "ubiquity integration modules) in perl and php. Anyway, most of the raw content is across, but I'm still writing a few scripts to handle images and attachments, hence the sudden lack of photos, incriminating or otherwise. This will be completed very soon, at which point whatever passes for normal service will be resumed.

Richard

The Marmite Machine

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Sometimes, just sometimes, there is no middle ground of opinion, no equivocation and no compromise possible for those times, places, events or objects which excite lust, disgust, incomprehension, inspiration or apoplexy – anything but apathy. As with Marmite (that's Vegemite to the antipodally-challenged) itself, you either love it or hate it, and, if you've enough confidence in your product, you can even make an advertising campaign out of it. To be a tad more specific, if you are a motorcyclist and have ever seen a Ducati Multistrada, you have an opinion. You will either consider it an abomination, to be consigned to the pit whence it came, preferably as the headstone of its designer, Pierre Terreblanche, or as a bold and unconstrained leap into the future of what a motorcycle should be.

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999!

Categories: Diary Reviews

There have already been more words written and opinions expressed on the Ducati 999 than on most machines of recent years – replacing something as iconic as the 916 design was never going to be less than contentious. Over the next few months we'll all no doubt be reading test reports and comparisons on the 999 until terminal boredom sets in. We'll see it being wheelied, stoppied, ridden knee down, elbow down and occasionally arse up, by road testers whose behaviour is entirely untempered by the need to pay for maintenance, tyres and damage. Good for them – we'll enjoy the vicarious carnage.

Me, I'm neither particularly fast nor painfully slow, moderately competent on a good day and prone to the occasional braindead moment – pretty much like most of us, then. So this is the everyman opinion, albeit concocted over the course of a single hour-and-a-bit's test ride. This test ride has been occasioned by the decision to change bikes – time to pension off the faithful 748 for something a little newer, perhaps a little quicker and possibly a little more comfortable – the old injuries are playing up.

So here are my very personal impressions of what is, in brief, dynamically the best motorcycle I have ever ridden; visually, one that I find to be something of a curate's egg and which I found ergonomically, er, perplexing. Of course, your mileage may vary…

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Test Rides

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Having decided that Pegasus in Reading were to be my chosen victims, time for them to put their money where their mouth was, before I'd do likewise. So it's a quick phone call – "Hi, remember me? - I'm the guy who got lost getting to you last week, turned up 2 minutes before you closed, parked on the pavement and kept you half an hour talking about Ducatis". And rather than simply put the phone down and emigrate, they came back with "sure, and you'd now like a test ride, right? No problem, what would you like to try?"

Back to the sensibility versus desire thing – I'm a returning biker after many years layoff, so surely best to start with something at the sensible and less intimidating end of the range – a Monster? 900 or 750ss? Nah – been there, done that - want a faired bike and my old Pantah had pretty much the same engine in the early eighties. So that leaves the semi-sensible – the ST4 sports tourer and, of course, the insane – those design icons of the hypersports world, the 748 and 916.

Now the ST4 has the 916 engine and the 748 has essentially the same chassis as the 916, so the obvious thing to do was to test ride the ST4 and the 748 and if I liked the engine of one and the chassis of the other, then the answer would be a 916. Easy – Logic 101. But would they do it? "No problem – come along Saturday, and we'll have PDI'd one of each for you to try". Erk - so not only was I going to have to risk making a complete fool of myself in public but was going to have to do so on brand new machines with precisely no miles on their clocks – falling off would be double plus ungood.

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