Okay, I have to confess, I like the standard/ naked bike. I always have. When I first noticed motorcycles at the late age of 17 my heart always beat faster at the sight of a naked bike over the then revolutionary plastic coated stuff.
Since its introduction in 2001, the V-Rod is arguably the most controversial bike around, especially since it’s a Harley.
CMG has had the BMW F650GS Dakar for half a year, over which time it’s racked up 7,000km and has proven itself to be an excellent road bike and a capable adventure tourer.
Several thoughts bounced through my head as my knee hit the rock at the bottom of the fast flowing river, with the full weight of the BMW Dakar on top of me …
“This is the life!” I pulled over at a viewing point along one of many such points at the side of the canyon roads that carve through the mountains, just outside of L.A. in southern California. The view was fantastic, my adrenal gland empty and the BMW F650CS was purring obediently after some serious riding through the gnarly mountain roads. Life was good. No, life was excellent.
After several weeks of dates, bikes and meeting places being changed, and me beginning to think that this damn test ride was never gonna happen. I finally received a call from fellow test rider, Andrew “Please quit roosting me” Boss.
It’s been almost two years since we first rode Kawasaki’s retro twin, the W650. Although the 2001 model looks unchanged, Kawasaki have listened to some of the complaints about an otherwise very usable machine and tweaked a few widgets here and there.
So the folks at CMG asked if I would be interested in testing some Dual Sport/ Off-Road bikes. Hell yeah, that would be great. I’ve ridden off road for many years and was anxious to try out the latest machinery. So in typical CMG fashion, my first assignment is a Yamaha’s V-Star 650 Custom. Hey what the…
With Triumph finally succumbing to public pressure by remaking their most famous parallel twin – the Bonneville, it seemed only appropriate to go and ride the thing on home ground. Besides, a trip to England seemed well bloody overdue, and the waiting list to test one here in Canada seemed a tad long.
Riding this thing exceeded any expectation I had – an array of women of all ages gawking at me as I rode by. At my first stop, a young lady loading grocery bags into her car stopped to eagerly ask me how fast it went, how did I like it and how much did it cost? After years of test riding seriously sexy bikes, this was the strongest (and strangest) chick magnet. Ever (although they were looking at the bike more than me)!