On Thu, May 12, 2016 at 9:41 AM, Steve Sxxxxx <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Hello, Great to see you again at Hamlin Cycles – hopefully the ride home was uneventful. I’m writing to share my first “Motus Moment” with you. Earlier this week after work Tom and I went for a ride to the Saville Dam in western Connecticut. It’s always great to spend some quality time riding with Tom. We do this ride several times a year – it’s a beautiful area and only about a 2 hour round trip so we can be home before it gets dark. You’ve seen Tom’s Suzuki GSX-S1000 – he loves the tight stuff and he generally rides more aggressively than I do.
On the way back, we took a different route that included a stretch with some nice twisties that we’ve ridden several times before when I was riding my K1600. When I ride stretches of road like this, I’m generally so focused on the road and where I’m going that I don’t pay any attention to the tach/speedometer. I’ll never set any speed records on these stretches (nor am I trying to) – I just ride within my abilities at a safe, brisk pace and have a good time. As we rode through this stretch of twisties, I did catch Tom’s headlights in my mirrors a couple of times and wondered to myself why he was hanging back quite a bit farther than usual. I love stretches of road like this so I had a big grin on my face the whole time. On the way home, we stopped for a burger and I asked him about it.
Me: “How come you were hanging so far back in the twisties?”
Tom: “You scared the heck out of me Dad.”
Me: “What do you mean, why would you be scared?”
Tom: “I’ve never seen you ride a motorcycle through corners like that.”
Me: “It was just a brisk pace – we’ve done that same stretch of road before when I was riding my K1600. I wasn’t doing anything crazy.”
Tom: “Dad, when we hit 85 through a couple of the corners, I became worried so I backed off.”
Me: “What are you talking about? We weren’t doing anywhere near 85 – maybe 60 or 65 tops.”
Tom (very serious): “Dad, no BS, you were doing 85 when I backed off…”
I thought about what Tom had shared with me for a minute and had my first real “Motus Moment”. I’m not a “street racer” by any stretch and I know the Motus isn’t going to win any MotoGP races but I felt absolutely connected with the Motus through that stretch of road. As I looked through the corners, the bike just tracked exactly where I wanted it to go and felt very stable. No surprises, no wallowing – just rock solid and I never felt like I was over my head or on the ragged edge. Did I mention I had a big grin on my face the whole time?
Hope all is well!