Pedro

Pretty brave to post that here.

Don't worry yourself with Pete "the forehead" 's comments!

The real truth about the CB500X ... that's a little misleading... Makes people think you'll understand the meaning of life when you ride one or that there's a big conspiracy about them, it's just a slow and well balanced Honda like many before it. I have a friend who ordered (with the paying of moneys) a new CB500S here in Portugal, in Lisbon. They have been getting delays on the arrival of bikes, firstly arriving in July, then August, then changed to September, then maybe November, but now it should arrive any day now. Exciting times!

Homemade in Canada means start from a can? This is not going to be 20 posts to mix canned sauce with tomatoes and potatoes, is it? Putain! (get it? it was a joke!)

I though a permit was a driving license, is it not? Some styles of illegal parking here takes points from your driving license points, same as other driving offenses. Same as driving without insurance, IPO (MOT to you), etc

You'll be going really fast except to the cops.

a what?

I once did that. There's this joke I once read on a magazine in Sweden, it's so funny that I almost crashed my car several times trying to tell it to my brother on our way to Germany. Eventually I managed, but not driving anymore.

I don't know, but they were right!

Fit a big rear sprocket, reallllllllllllllly big

I would be springing for a nice Rukka suit and hoping not to die.

What do you mean they were unloved? Did you just "love" them?

Well, you say that, but you just went and got a Hayabusa, get a nice CB500 or Himalayan instead... No joke though, don't you need your license to earn a living?

I don't know, if you're commuting, when it takes you more time to put in your gear, get warm, ride the bike, get out of your gear, than it does to drive, just drive and be warm and healthy to enjoy motorcycling when it's meant to be enjoyed. I once commuted on my Transalp, in winter it took longer than driving, but I never had to face serious traffic.

Not really. I mean, when in the right mood there are roads that I might do over 3 times the speed limit, some might call that being a bad boy. On motorways sometimes I kind of let it rip just so those young dudes on the CBR600 don’t think they’re the shit, bit what annoys me is that the tickets that have been pinned on my permit are an 80kmh exiting a village in the countryside on a 70kmh area and a 110kmh on a 60kmh between two 120kmh motorways, the ladt one I was quite lucky as I usually do that bit on cruise control doing 130kmh. seems like you can’t be a responsible speeder nowadays without being caught out for crap. Almost makes me want to get a hayabusa and a roll of white sticky tape just for going out on sunday mornings for coffee! PS: oh, I forgot, while I was away my dad felt an urgent need to fill out a Euromillions and parked my car on a crosswalk, the twat!

I also like the first gold colour, only because when it came out it was so impressive that I grew to like that. I’m a big fan, but am a step away from loosing my permit as it is. The Dainese shop where I go for coffee and to buy wine is a meeting point for the Hayabusa club, always a sight:

A black Hayabusa is a pretty thing. With a clean looking stock exhaust and the cowl on instead of the rear seat even more. Looks clean and pretty.

It identifies as a Yamaha now

I slept in a cave there once, it’s an experience, and if there are no more guests to make a sound the complete darkness and silence makes for an interesting night. You wake up and have no idea if it’s 3am or already day

Honest question: is that normal in the uk now? Kids’ tantrums leading to people fighting at the first word? People looking for a fight in a normal area like a restaurant or a ferry?

Look at shops, find one with good looking dirtbikes on the storage area. Pop up with tour bike, point at stuff and if they don’t know what to fix go away. Same as you would in the Uk, you’re not on another planet. Go on google maps and find anyone, chances are they’ll be better than that monkey you currently have in the UK working on your bikes.

That’s how Pete bought his, too.

I’m struggling with anticipation of wether you get your man in a fight or if it’s all innuendo from Exeter to the south of Spain.

I hate kites, whenever I used to ride up to the beach in the afternoon and spot them a mile away you know it’s going to be windy as fuck.