The Cafe Run
The Cafe Run
Following a call from big gay Al telling me he had changed the exhaust on his (bum) Bandit we arranged for him to come up to show me how loud the new zorst was. So late Saturday morning saw my whole neighbourhoods peace shattered as the 1200cc Bandit struggled to drag Al’s ample carcass along.
After a spell of catching up we decided to go up the A5 to the Super Sausage, to give the Z750 twin a little warm up, and limbering up. Following several attempts on the starter, and a few kicks the Z750’s twin cylinders came to life ready for the short run.
I took the lead, as I wanted to be able to hear myself think above the roar of Als new empty exhaust pipe. Yes the Bandits new exhaust is a little on the loud side. Luckily it’s only a short ride to the Super Sausage and mainly through sparsely populated areas with few cemetaries, so the exhaust note of the Suzuki didn’t waken too many corpses along the way.
The Z750 twin was its usual well behaved self, running sweetly there and back, not at all bad for something over 30 years old. I still find the steering a little light with the taper bearings, but a few miles soon settles it down. At least this ride was a bit tamer than the recent outing with the Yamaha R1 ridden by Emma.
On our return to home though I found something even louder than the Bandits empty exhaust, and that was its owners complaints about his cold fingers. I guess its all well and good having expensive if somewhat empty exhaust cans, but some blood pumping into your extremities can make for a much more enjoyable ride.