It turns out a VFR800 is for sale just around the corner. Well, not literally, but very near by. And from the photos it looks to be in very good condition. Full service history too.
And within budget.
I will strive not to get my hopes up.
Mandy and I spent this morning in an act that is probably the bike equivalent of surfing pr0n. We headed out to the edge of the known universe, in the vicinity of that invisible line where the Boerewors Curtain EffectTM starts to make itself known to spend an hour or so looking at machines built with a single aim: to drag one's sorry ass across the asphalt at a blistering pace.
There were some purdy machines out on display. A moment of near-tragedy saw a young lady almost drop a ZZR into a line of rather expensive beasties. Fortunately the two male friends accompanying her caught the bike before bankruptcy was a serious threat. That would have been embarrassing (to paraphrase Mandy's understated English manner). Embarrassing indeed.
Posted at 06:08 PM