Thought I'd post, somehow, something of my first ride of the upgrade from the 250. I'm writing this whilst giggling like a 12 year old girl and with an overworked jaw and cheeks from the smiles and laughter I just can't seem to suppress. Yes, for those who are familiar with these phenomenon, they'll be instantly recognised as the descriptions of someone who has just had his first taste of a 'big' bike. When i first picked up the 250, I loved it and hated it, loved it because it was just so invigorating, hated it because I was absolutely pertified first time on the road. I was used to fastish metal having owed the bane of the Aust Touring Car Championship, the Nissan GTR. So the 250 was never going to scare me, but it did. The feeling of going fast when completely exposed is one to savour and respect simultaneously. I think the 250 is about as fast as my little hatchback right now according to the times, but it feels so.... much faster. It truly is the fact that the experience is as foreign as a black fly in pea soup and that although 'you' are in control, it still feels as unpredictable as Britney's career. But you soon get it, you just start to feel it, and soon you're comfortablely using all of the twist and all of the travel in the mushy front suspension (may just be mine). So by this time, you think you could be ready for the upgrade. You read, and read and read some more, all the while preparing yourself for the second, 'first' experience. So the time comes, and you're there, your steed awaits and as you spend a good 10mins covering yourself in the best protective gear you can, you can hardly do anything properly, the anticipation, the expectation, the excitement...... You're in a good place, and you're smile is very large. If you were anything like me, you finish with the gear and stop, and breath and look at what's in front of you, like a bull that you're about to try your best to tame. When you get on, it's....... it's just everything at once, the giggling starts again, uncontrollably, but you're a bit nervous. Your muscles are a little tight, not tight in the way a camel's butt is tight in a sand storm, but just a bit apprehensive. Then it's just a series of events that you just don't think you can beat, but each one is completely demolished by the next. You turn the key and hear the pump prime and the shift light flicker as the rev needle sweeps the scope of the tach. Now I'm on the verge of having to spend another 10mins de-armouring cos I've just about wet my pants, and they were my good pants, but nothing detracts. When the thing fires, indescribable. I used to work on race cars so I'd regulary arrive to work in my ole clunky Bluebird only to have to start up a full race prepped Sports Sedan ready for Robinson himself to hear. It's akin to that. In line fours of largish capacity are stunning in there response to the slightest twitch of the right wrist. The sound is intoxicating and and the fumes made me ill, so I opened the garage door. Yeah, got the order wrong, and let her warm up a bit. As stated earlier, I can't imagine you're ever really ready for what you're about to feel, I've just got on a bike which weighs the same as the old, but has some 100hp more.. My mind is mud, but I'll cope. I took it very easy as I was really just wanting to make sure everything was working ok as it came from interstate, so I really only rode around the couple of blocks or so. But let me assure you, IT WORKED JUST FINE.. Eveything is ultra precise, ultra sensitive and ultra smooth. Everything sounds right, the roar from the induction under load, the slight whine from the gearbox, everything was just a sensory overload, and I hadn't been past 5K. Let me put it bluntly, it was completely frightening and fulfilling all at the same time, bit like finishing that last piece of mud cake with cream knowing that you were the only one eating it from start to finish. This thing wasn't just fast, it was impossibly fast. And i hadn't even opened her up. I now understand how new riders make mistakes on these things. Open the throttle and it's like the world has been literally picked up and thrown at your face. It really did seem like that. All of a sudden, you get to everything 10 times earlier than you were expecting, and that's dangerous. I thought I was having fun when I started on the 250, but that truly was the tip of the ice berg. By the way, it's actually not as loud as I thought laughing and screeming with excitement inside a full face. If a 750 is like this, I understand why people say that a 1K is too much for the road, you could use possible 60% of it if that, and you'd have to either completely insane or that magician who lets Hummers drive over him whilst on a bed of nails.. Oh yeah, same thing. So that's my 'brief' account of my first time. and needless to say, my eyes have been opened very wide, and that's not easy for an Asian. Here are a couple of pics of what I went from and what I went to. Hang tight P's, your time is getting closer by the minute.