BRUCE HONDA CBR1000RR SP
THIS MONTH I HAVE MOSTLY BEEN…“Feeling drained...”
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Just a day before Evotech Performance kindly sent me a radiator guard for my Blade, a bloody huge rock decided to launch itself directly into my Honda’s cooling device. I didn’t know a thing about it at the time; I was too engrossed in what transpired to be my most enjoyable ride of the season. It was one of those impromptu jobbies, travelling in a trio, when one of my mates decided to pull the pin and commit a hellishly long list of sins. I don’t want to go to jail so I’ll be scant on the details, but needless to say it was wholly consuming; the kind of ride where your brain tries to rationalise your actions, while simultaneously acknowledging total lunacy is running the show. I was in my element and so was the Honda. I’ve had this bike for half a year now and it’s grown on me with every ride. Everything’s so intrinsic, from the way it pitches into corners, to the way it blips down gears so seamlessly at the behest of an enthusiastic left foot.
It doesn’t need more power. It doesn’t need fancier suspension. It just needs commitment and faith. Apply those two elements amply and you’re rewarded with an effortless riding experience that’s hard to fault. The Honda’s become my comfortable pair of slippers and on that aforementioned ride I felt so in control and so capable, to an extent that I can’t remember on the roads on any other bike. That’s a strong statement to make, but it’s also a true one. As street bikes go, it has proven year-long to be the perfect sparring partner, with the versatility to suit all situations and speeds.
Hold back and it’ll obligingly become Miss Daisy, but twist the throttle with earnest intent and it’ll transform into Dorian Gray. That’s what’s become so blatant with the Honda; the way in which it can become whatever you want it to be – it’s naughty and nice. And I love that. As we all know, there are faster litre bikes out there, but who ever takes a road bike to its potential? When was the last time you were hurtling down your local B-roads wishing you had an extra 1,000rpm in sixth? It’s just never the case, and it’s certainly not on the Blade. On that ride there was always more to come from the CBR’s silky smooth motor; it’s just I wasn’t good enough to extract every ounce. But that was irrelevant, because I was having the ride of my life.
Right up until the moment I got stoned… so to speak. Ironically (again), a stone’s throw from my house. By the time I knew I was covered in coolant, I was already home; which is where the bike’s stood still for most of this month. I’m gutted about that, especially so as the weather’s been half decent and I’ve not been able to explore the bike’s potential like I had planned. We’re at the end of the season now. The time of year when manufacturers start calling their bikes back home, but I’m hoping there’s still time to get the rad sorted and a few more blasts chalked up, because I’m not finished with this Honda. Far from it.
One tiny hole, one massive pain in the backside. Blade blood.
Bruce is getting good at removing the fairings.
Time for a strip down.
If only this had arrived a day sooner.