They miss the point.
After droning along a wet Bells Line of Road (is it ever not wet around here?!), we again turned north onto dirt tracks starting at the ZigZag railway. Pete was on his much abused but stoic DR650, which made my Husky 610 look a bit dainty. But as we hit the trails, the low weight, quality suspension and excellent poise of the Husky quickly put me at an advantage and I pulled the lead on Pete. It was my first ride on the Conti TKC80 tyres I’d put on the supermoto rims and I was immediately impressed with their grip on the damp and sandy trails.
My mate Paul McDermott is a very handy bike mechanic, though this is not his day job. He is also very good at his day job, though that has nothing to do with mechanics. When I explained my suspension woes to Paul, he volunteered to help me out. While I was away holidaying in India, he serviced my forks and replaced my shock with a $1500, top of the line, ELKA unit. When I got back he claimed the transformed CBR was the best handling bike he had ever ridden and he refused to return it to me. I had to bribe him with some Indian goodies to make him return the bike. Once in my possession, I set about finding out for myself how good the transformed CBR really was.
At one point a large Goanna crossed in front of me and I had to brake hard to avoid it. I decided to stop and chase it off the road. He didn’t seem very thankful and stuck his tongue out at me instead.