Fat Man on a Bumble Bee

My brother called and need a hand repossessing a bike. What the Hell? There isn't anything good on the History Channel today anyway.
Got it with the key, and it was in perfect shape. My fat ass hasn't ridden a sport bike in a while.
The kid still had the Winter air in the front tire, so the turn out of his Dad's driveway almost resulted in the first scrapes on the fairings.
Wobbled down to a gas station, aired and gassed it up for the 30 mile tour home.



Although my hands and knees were almost touching, the 1000 was not as painful to ride as some other bikes. The real pain was keeping it at the speed limit. The kid had kept the license plate, so a low profile was neccessary.
State trooper in Harwinton and a couple Farmington cops didn't notice my missing legality and was able to get it in the repo yard drama free. The GSXR was smooth and the fuel injection didn't have the on/off feeling my Guzzi V11 sport had.

Fun with other people's gas.