Sorry, it's long, maybe even longer than Stella's but no where near as humorous I'm afraid.
Picked up my new bike yesterday (piccie in profile) - a 2003 CBR600F. Had it restricted on Thursday, ready to ride Friday.
I've bought it from my instructor's ex brother in law so have the benefit of knowing the history of the bike. I went down to Derby Thursday evening to complete the sale and to have training on Friday.
Lee (who I bought it off) rode it back from the dealer and said it felt SO SLOW - lol! He took it up to a huge carpark so I could get used to riding it. We went right back to basics and basically did the offroad element of a CBT. The bike is a lot higher than the CG and I'm on just on tiptoes and it's a lot heavier so I had a fair few *nearly* moments. I struggled quite a lot with simulated junctions, running wide and not controlling the speed or the turn very well.
After a couple of hours we went out on the road. Ran wide on the left turn out of the carpark - oops! Did really well on the open road and on the A50 - hit triple figures! (but only for a second).
Later on I decided to ride over to my Dad's friends house about 10 miles away (on my own). Had a good ride over but as I made the left turn onto Paul's street I dropped it. There was a white van waiting to turn right so I saying to myself, slow right down, take it steady, DON'T RUN WIDE, which turned into DON'T HIT THE VAN which lead to OH SHIT, I'M ABOUT TO HIT THE VAN - so made the classic fatal error of nipping the front brake and the bike fell over. (didn't hit the van though - lol). The driver jumped out and picked the bike up for me straight away and made sure I was ok before shooting off and the 3 young lasses that witnessed my fall from grace were very concerned for my wellbeing but I assured them I was ok and was more bothered about what I'd done to my new shiny bike. The damage was a broken indicator lens and a scuff to the altenator cover - phew! (the crash bobbins were already on order but I've only just got the bike so they're not on yet).
Rode off up the street to Paul's and had a much needed cup of tea. Dad arrived and promptly pinched my bike! He took it round the block and said it was nice, could he swap. Ha...an 2002 GPZ500 for an 2003 CBR600F....let me think about that for a minute! Errrrm NO!
Rode back to Derby in the dark (Dad followed) and I have to say, my confidence was pretty shot to pieces. I had hoped to get back with Mark some more today but that didn't pan out so Geoff came down to escort me home. Hit horrible traffic on the Derby ringroad and my confidence was at rock bottom, I was so scared and although this bike is so much easier to ride at slow speeds in a straight line I dread having to stop and/or set of and make a turn.
We got out onto the motorway and hit 101mph for a second (just seeing what it does) and then backed off to 70mph. Stopped at the services for something to eat and my confidence is so low that I daren't even turn into a parking space. I stop the bike dead in the middle of the road - lol, get off and push it in!
Set off again the noticed the fuel reserve has just come on so stop at the next services on the A1. After filling up I notice I have to set off and turn right, then left to go around the side of the building to the exit. I think (and say to Geoff), that looks tight. He suggested I paddled back a bit to give myself a bit more room but the ground is slippy and there's a raised metal cover behind me and with only having just tiptoes down I don't want to risk slipping so I set off and get the same target fixation of the barrier that I don't want to hit - you can guess the rest. Yep, the bike went down, this time on the right side - doh. Another busted indicator, scuff decal on the fairing and both mirrors are slightly scuffed now. All in all I've been very very lucky and Geoff said...the CBR600F topples very well - lol!
Well whatever confidence I did have left has long since deserted me and I'm still miles away from Geoff's. Tape up the indicator, buy and fit new bulb and set off again. As we negotiated the final roads near Geoff's he talked me through it, telling me to keep my head up and look where I'm going. It's just what I need and prevents me from getting bogged down with thinking too much about what I'm doing and getting target fixated on the wrong thing.
Got back to Geoff's with no more incidents and he set to work straight away on dropping the forks which as made a big difference. I can get both balls firmly planted and my heels are only about 1.5cm off the ground now. Hopefully my other boots (the daytona's with the inbuilt risers) will see me flat footing the bike which will improve my confidence immensely and hopefully physically enable to hold it up better.
The only problem I'm finding (apart from dropping it) is it's hurting my knees ALOT. They don't hurt whilst riding but as soon as I need to straighten them they've seized and are agony - not good for when you're trying to stop and reaching for the ground with your toes! I'm already taking diclofenac and tramadol before a ride so I'm not sure what else I can do there. I have a knee problem already and a wasted left leg and overall quite weak knees/legs so this contributes to my holding up the bike problem and is the main reason why I couldn't do DAS, I still can't cope with the weight even though I've learnt how to ride.
God I miss my L plates, I'm seriously thinking of getting some P plates for the next few months.
Well if you got this far - Well Done! Do I get the award for longest forum post now?