Sunday was actually a good riding day. Still tired out from long days
at Bridgehampton, we dont actually get on the road 'til about 11
am. I'm riding a '95 cbr600f3 and Steve on a vtr1000.  Remind myself
why I dont LIKE living on Long Island as we get caught on the
Throgsneck Bridge traffic. Ewwww.

Changing lanes, I feel the rear wheel of the F3 skip and bounce, and
am happy with my response, which was to stay relaxed, and stay on the
throttle, and let the bike do its little thing wriggling in the back.
I try real hard not to get cocky when stuff like this happens and I do
the right thing, since when I do that skiing, the very next thing that
happens is my falling on my face in the snow. I dont want that
relationship with asphalt.

We finally get off the damn highway and onto the bottom part of 22,
around a reservoir. I know that Steve likes to take this fast, and
expect that he'll just go ahead... the F3 is still new for me, and
much flickier then my Triumph, and I find myself setting up for a
corner and then having to correct half way thru it becuase the f3
apexes more quickly than the Sprint would. HEe! this is weird! Lean
lean lean, FLICK!

We get onto some other roads, and I'm constantly amazed at traffic. A
lexus pulls ou tin front of steve and then proceeds to weave back and
forth looking for something on the side of the road. They were totally
lost and being dangerous to us... ahh, the new yorker in steve comes
out as I watch in amusement... how DO you manage to ride and do that
with your hands? *grin*

We pass them finally and hit some more great twisties - I ought to get
a route listing of where we went. Had a late lunch at some weird
little burger joint where I got a number of funny looks. Hey, I know
they were borrowed leathers, but they FIT me!!! And my shoulders still
look pretty good in a tanktop... anyway, we'd sat next to a family
who's kids were showing way too much interest in the two biker scum.

Had lunch quick - thank goodness, steve understands me when I'm
riding. I stop to eat and pee and fill up on gas then then I want to
Go. I dont like sittin' around talkin'. that's what you do afterwards.
I get into that mindset of riding, and I want back there as soon as I
can. 

	this is my drug. :)

So I found the zen spot again, pretty quickly, and on a new bike. Zip
zip zip zoom!

The VTR had less then 120 miles on the odo, and Steve pulled over on a
stretch of road we'd been on already and said to me, "You've GOTTA try
this, its a pisser!" and motioned for me to get on his bran' new baby.

	umm. ummm. steve, this is Not A good idea. I've been in lust
with this bike since I saw it in the magazines months ago. I've been
madly desiring it even tho I bought a triumph...

too late. My butt is in the seat. And we're off. I'm so excited I
barely have time to register more then the pegs buzzing a bit (are
they metal pegs?) and how great the vtwin torque feels... i miss that
pull. The triple is good, and the 4 is just weird for me.

2.8 miles later, he pulls over and asks me, "how was it?" I quietly
get off the seat and sit on the cbr and dont say very much, other
then, "I like it."

Problem is, I love it. I need to ride it more to find out what I DONT
LIKE about it, but right now, nothing. Its like a train on tracks in
turns, and the pull is amazing from 1500rpm to 6000 (its still in
breakin, so I didnt go over 6k). I want to flick it over in long
sweepers and see how it handles...

getting off that bike was one of the hardest things I had to do in a
long long time. Its like having an affair - too exciting for its
brevity.

a great ride (thanks, Steve, for putting up with me and feeding me on
time), on two great bikes. Kudos to Honda Engineering for a great all
around sport bike (the f3) and for an even better vtwin. Its different
from the Buell S2 and the Duc900SS I rode - more comfy then the Beull
and the pull / torque is different from the Duc...

Jezebel hates me again - I'm 300 miles past her 6 K service and dont
want to take her any distance until this weekend when that happens...
*waxes the bike tonite* 

This weekend, a trip to helemot, and a ride on a BMWK75s up the Crest.
Next weekend, SanDiego to Pasadena, Back Roads only...