APRILIA RSV4 RF
For the boys who want to be men
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT IT IS that separates boys from men? In my world I'd say a fast motorcycle is what separates a man from boys in their fancy sportscars. Sure, those four-wheelers are fast but there isn't a hope in hell that they can provide the same sensory experience that a fast bike can. Neither can they outrun the bike from a standing start. Of course, there are enough people to tell you that cars can outbrake a bike, which is great for laptimes around a track but when your whole story is about going fast and not slowing down quickly, I'd say the bike has the upper hand. More so when you talk about a fast Italian superbike then the whole game moves up a couple of notches. And today we aren't just talking about your everyday Italian superbike. We have a very special superbike – the Aprilia RSV4 RF.
Here, mull on this for a while. The Ferrari you have drooled all over in the previous pages puts out 660bhp and tips the scales at just 1370kg (dry). Effectively, a fearsome power-to-weight ratio of 481.75bhp per tonne. The RSV4 RF's engine produces 198bhp and has to push... wait for it... 180 kilos (dry). That means you're playing with a p-t-w of 1100bhp per tonne! Get the picture? And that's precisely why this motorcycle gets to lock horns with some of the fastest set of wheels you can find in our country.
In fact, acceleration from a standing start is so brutal that it will have you rocketing skywards without Aprilia's complex electronic trickery. The sheer force of the propulsion when you open up the taps and let that screamer of an engine rev to a crazy 13,000 revs can rip your arms off their sockets. And if you forget to crouch and tuck in behind the windscreen, 15 seconds is enough to give you a serious neck injury. Make that four for tunnel vision.
There is something visceral about this machine. Here, there are no safety nets, no spaceage carbon tub that will distribute impact forces if you fall foul of lady luck. Here there is only a stretch of kangaroo leather between your precious skin and black top. And then there's that sound. Her feral howl when you cane her can make you do stuff that even Playboy might not print.
Now, I’ve ridden the regular RR and that feels magnificent. That rabid engine note, the ferocious power delivery and