Winger,
Proper Iron Butt stuff
I rode non stop from Calais to Roanne (645 miles) gas'n go in a little over 7 hours. I thought i would be wrecked at the end of it, but apart from the inevitable arse biscuit
, i was in good shape.
The same cannot be said for my colleagues. We could have done with a crane to get one of his Aprilia, he was seized solid! , But 'Tango' and i could have carried on.
Every year i seem to push the Tiger harder and further, and every year it keeps meeting the challenge and passing with flying colours!
Tyre shredding in the mountains, peage mile munching, it just does it all with no fuss. I can't ask for more than that?
Keep it up Winger, it's what it's all about eh?
