Sometimes we need a little reminder why we ride a certain bike and also just how phenomenally good modern sportbikes are.
We spent a month riding a Ducati Multistrada in Italy in September. I sort of made peace with the bike but I just really never "bonded" with it the way I enjoy my own bike. Yes: I was able to get the pegs down on the ground. But the bike felt big, high, heavy (even though it isn't that much heavier than my bike), full of vibrations, the throttle felt extremely on/off and with all the torque and horsepower available it was all but impossible to ride smoothly. It always felt like hard work.
This was placed in stark contrast with my own bike again today. For the first time since we got back we went for a ride out to PoCo (Gillnetter) for lunch.
What a dramatic difference!
Everything felt just ... right. The bike is light, small, nimble, silky, silky smooth, throttle transitions are a non-event. I always felt I had to muscle the Duc around: with my own bike never mind not having to muscle it: it almost felt as if I did not even have to WILL it to do exactly what I wanted and for it to go exactly where I wanted it to go. It just.... happens.
Old friends are special!