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Although they don’t get the attention of their high-dollar Euro cousins, the 650-class Japanese naked bikes (Honda CB650R, Suzuki SV650, Kawasaki Z650, Yamaha MT-07) are worth a look for the budget-minded rider.
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Since we still had both the SV and DL when we hit Shannonville for a track day a few days later, we thought it might be interesting to tape up the lights and put them out there to see what they can do. After all, the SV’s supposed to be the tuned-up motor and in a more sporty chassis than the V-Strom, so what better place?
I wake up at 7 a.m. I’m in a motel room with a freshly showered Mr. Seck doing the wakey-wakey chant. Then comes the realization that I’m about to embark on a 12-hour endurance ride around the back-end of northern Ontario in search of obscure clues in obscure places for some kind of obscure pleasure. Welcome to the Blackfly Rally – 12 or 24 hours of non-stop riding to test man and machine with no plausible reason other than to ride … a lot.
After a really stressful, but very successful weekend at Le Circuit Mont Tremblant, I was quite looking forward to this final, low-pressure weekend at Shannonville, Ontario. For those of you who haven’t been following my updates, I was coming to the final round of the 2004 Diablo SV Cup with the Championship already in the bag.
Motivation can come from the strangest places. After winning the shortened round 3 at Mosport (see previous article) and reading some of the posts on internet forums, I got a distinct feeling that some people didn’t think I “deserved” the win, and that the fastest SV racer was not the one leading the championship.
Team CMG’s Pascal Anctil managed to pull off a respectable seventh place in the first round of the Diablo SV Cup at Shannonville in May. But seventh just isn’t very CMG. You gotta either win, almost win, or come dead last (preferably after a spectacular crash requiring a long stay in the local hospital). With this in mind, our intrepid and fool-hardy racer packed up his cowboy hat, steak knife and ill-fitting leathers, and headed west to Calgary.
So here I am on the starting line in pouring rain, wondering what the heck I’m doing on Michelin S2 drys when everyone else seems to be on full wets. Hmhh, I think I should have bought that second set of rims, but it’s too late now.