10-11-2020, 04:17 AM
Yeah, I eventually gave in and changed my braking technique as I rolled to slow stops. I used just the rear brake right at the very end, which required a stupid-looking quick dancing of my feet in order to get them down before coming to a complete stop.
That squeal from the front brake was the only real fly in the ointment. My bike could have also used more torque down low, and more top-end power, but after a decent while riding the bike the way it was intended to be ridden I had pretty much stopped caring about such things.
I miss both bikes a lot. One might not expect me to miss the Z900 on which I got clobbered, but that was a great bike too. The CB, though, dammit, that was more than just a bike to me. That CB1100 was probably my favorite possession, even over my guitars.
You know what it was? I think it comes down to the simple feeling that every day on that red beauty was a good day. More so than any other bike I've ever ridden or owned, my CB1100 truly delivered on the promise, even the romantic ideal, of what riding a motorcycle is supposed to be all about.
That squeal from the front brake was the only real fly in the ointment. My bike could have also used more torque down low, and more top-end power, but after a decent while riding the bike the way it was intended to be ridden I had pretty much stopped caring about such things.
I miss both bikes a lot. One might not expect me to miss the Z900 on which I got clobbered, but that was a great bike too. The CB, though, dammit, that was more than just a bike to me. That CB1100 was probably my favorite possession, even over my guitars.
You know what it was? I think it comes down to the simple feeling that every day on that red beauty was a good day. More so than any other bike I've ever ridden or owned, my CB1100 truly delivered on the promise, even the romantic ideal, of what riding a motorcycle is supposed to be all about.