Oh baby. The 1985 GSXR 750
Does it get any better than this.
At 17 ... back in 1987 .. definitely not. It was financed up to the screen, and I had no money for gloves or helmet.
I rode round with a second hand blue and silver helment, jeans and sneakers. The visor was so scratched I could see ferk all.
When I went into the showroom to take it for a test drive the salesman laughed at me. He politely explained that if I brought him a cheque I could do what ever the ferk I wanted with it ...
Sadly I was all a bit 17yo stupid back then, so I did just that.
The steering lock was shite, and compared to the little wee 400 I had just sold, it was a big bike. It was the first time I had even sat on a true sport bike, unless you count the GS1000. Either way, this thing made we feel like my arse was 6 feet of the ground, and my head 3 feet.
I had to do a u-turn leaving the showroom, up a slight rise. Up I went, started to turn it ... then a cold sickly sweat hit me as I stopped in the middle of the road, with the bike going over. I stuck my leg out and strained with all I had to stop it going down.
I saved it ... just. Oh to have been that salesman, ferk he must have laughed.
On the way home a tractor pulled out in front of me ... so I hit the brakes ... I stopped about 100m from the tractor and AGAIN looked like a complete ferk.
Still ..... at the time, I thought I was the bees knees, and in the end surely that is all that matters. Ah, you just have got to love bikes.