So its been a year since I was on a fast bike and last weekend I had the opportunity to retrace one of my favorite stretches of road, the Hope/Princeton.
Cosworth, Brad, Steve and I used to affectionately refer to it as the "Chevron to Chevron" blitz. Look at your watch as you leave the the White Spot/Chevron in Hope, and then look at it again when you hit the Chevron in Princeton. Some nice knee draggers mixed in with some high speed landing strip wide sections. Nice, is all I can say.
I recall 2 seasons ago when we decided to pull out all the stops and ignore any temptation to throttle check. Our best time was 43 minutes. At some 140kms door to door, you do the math, and, .....well, .......its stupid.
I came back from Osoyoos Saturday morning on the long weekend and decided to time the same route. Granted, this is on my 2007 Road Glide complete with cruise control and stereo (and yes, cruise control does rock) and a comfy cruising speed of between 140 and 160. Call me old, whatever, I like it. I like all bikes, I'd have 6 of them if my garage would hold them.
Anyways, cruise set to 120, and 100 minutes later I roll into Hope. Couple of stops along the way to change up the iPOD and water some shrubs, but damn, 43 minutes?! I know when we did the 43 minute run we all checked our watches and verified that our math was right, but man, 100 minutes is slow.
I miss fast, but I like slow. I never noticed trees, buildings, streams, lakes and such before. Never even knew there was a big mine after all these years of riding through there. It helped me to deal with my lack of speed these days when two of the sport bikes that passed me "briskly" (and I mean they were maybe going 140 or 150) got pulled over for speeding. Not that I relished in their misfortune. Its more that I wouldn't have a license this season if that were me.
I just can't go 120 on a sport bike. Its painful.