... Say hello to Big Red.
In a rather convoluted 3 way trade in dazzle act today at BK I got rooked out of my ZX-9R and ended up with the keys to a Z1000 naked. I'm still not sure what happened with this shell game but I can't say that I'm unhappy. So far I've got 50 kms on the bike and that's only because I had to stop for dinner and then went riding to a friend's place and they insisted on plying me with a glass of wine and some appetizers to celebrate.
This thing is super flickable like a big Motard on steroids. But at 120 kph the bike stiffens up a bit so it's possible to watch the passing scenery without suddenly changing lanes. The saddle feels like it was designed by the Marquis de Sade in one of his nastier moments so either I'm going to try to Corbin'ize it myself or order a proper Corbin in the next day or so.