Since I more or less gave up riding on the street a few years ago, an interesting thing has happened. Although I always fantasized how a journey taken in a cage might feel if I were “on the bike”, it has occurred to me in recent years how it is always the same bike that comes to mind.
Although I am fortunate to have several very nice bikes, my fantasy journeys are always aboard the RC51. Weird. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.
I really think I should dust her off this spring and trailer her down to warmer climes for some pavement fun.