It was sunny and got into the high 60s today. I got bored with prepping my fairing and tank for paint, so I slapped a m/c on the Rodekyll and went for a ride. As immersed in the trike as I've been I'd forgotten what a pleasure a nicely sorted, short-wheel-base Tonti can be. I'm set up with a 100 on front and a 110 on back, pressure set maybe a couple pounds high, and it was tracking like a trolly. It was a pleasing ride, except where I detected a little pogo-ing on the front end, suggesting that it's finally time to rebuild those forks.
On the way home I stopped by the store and tossed a case of cola in one sidebag and a case of root beer in the other. My intention was to head for the barn and start my evening. But a cluster of sportsters went by, someone hazed me about my bike being dirty, and it was on. I spanked them out to the end of the road and then offered them a coke. One said he didn't drink coke, so I opened the other side bag and offered him a root beer. They were amazed. Even with two cases (and a beer) on board my Guzzi Convert still outhandled the lot of them.
Engine idle was 26# and engine temp was ~150f after the run. Trans temp was about the same.
