|Ah, to pretend to be Marquez...|
On a much needed lunch break from Skills Ontario provincial championships with thousands of boisterous teenagers watching a few hundred wonderfully talented ones, I got some head space wandering through the Hondas.
The bike I longed for as a teenager was the VFR750, so I was hoping to find its spiritual successor at the Honda dealer, and I wasn't disappointed.
The white VFR800 they had on the floor was breathtaking. The paint has a subtle pearl iridescence that gives it fantastic depth. Every detail of the machine has a finished quality to it that I've found lacking in a lot of other bikes; it's a bike worthy of desire.
|Stealth fighter cool front end on the VFR800...|
They had a number of older Hondas as well, including this astonishing 1970s CBX with a massive air cooled six in it!
If I had thirteen grand to throw around a VFR would be in the garage right quick. Sitting on it, my legs are about as folded as the Concours, I'm leaned forward more but it's a substantial bike, I don't feel like a circus bear on it.