|The end of fall is happening abruptly|
|The Tiger almost ended up here last March|
until I made a desperate plea to the previous
owner on the eve of him trading it in. It
finally showed up at the dealership it was
almost sold to for a quick visit.
I was met by one of the Inglis brothers and he gave me a quick, low pressure introduction. Walking into a dealer you sometimes get the sense that they're only interested in you if you've got money to spend that day. Inglis Cycle was welcoming and relaxed. I felt like I could wander around and look at the bikes on display without any tension, so I did but I was only really there for one particular brand, the one I can't find at home...
|The Street Triple is a pretty thing, but I still think I'd go Z1000 if I were to get a naked bike.|
I really like Triumph. I consider them an example of what Britain is capable of when it doesn't get all bound up in socialist nonsense or historical classism. Freed from all that cultural weight the new Triumph is a competitive global manufacturer.
After a wander around the Triumphs on display I came back to the Triumph Tiger Explorer which is a nice piece of kit. As an all purpose machine it'll do everything from swallowing highway miles to light off road work. I've thrown my leg over enough bikes to be aware of how silly I look on typically sized machines; the big Tiger fits.
The Street Triple is a lovely looking thing but too small. Were I to do the naked bike thing it'd be on the more substantial Kawasaki Z1000. The other classically styled Triumphs are also things of beauty but I don't think I'd fit on any of them.
I wrapped up the visit with a trip to the accessories department where they had your typical assortment of dealer-type motorcycle gear and a sad lack of the lovely gear Triumph sells online. I ended up picking up an Inglis Cycle Triumph t-shirt, but it was a pretty low rent printed t-shirt compared to the bling on Triumph Canada. It's a shame as I was ready to drop a bit of coin on a nice bit of Triumph wear.
I headed north through heavy lunch-time traffic out of London getting stopped twice by people wanting to know what kind of bike I was riding (it says Triumph Tiger on it). Score another one for the increasingly unique old Tiger 955i with its Lucifer Orange paint and stripes.
Once clear of the flotsam I was able to burn down some country roads in June-like temperatures, though all the trees were bare. I'd seen a comely sign for St Mary's when we were riding back from the Lake Huron navigation so that was my lunch destination.
I'd looked up Little Red's Pub the day before (highest rated place to eat in town) and was aiming there for lunch. As luck would have it there was a parking spot right out front and a front window table waiting for me. I had a lovely fish and chip lunch (hand made fries, a good bit of halibut) and a good stretch before getting back on the Tiger for the long ride home.
|St Mary's is as pretty as its sign.|