I did mention that this bike is a sickness, right?
I popped up (well, and down) Montevina Road on my way back from the chiropractor yesterday.
You can tell from the pictures that it wasn’t exactly a bright and sunny day — in fact, visibility at the top of Montevina was about 40 feet, with thick fog rolling across the street in gusts.
I’m thinking I should put together a TypePad photo album for “end of the road” pictures.
There was some sort of white pickup truck convention going on up on the hill; I passed eight of ’em on my way back down. That’s just not natural.
I put my first little scratch on the Serow by once again doing the cardinal sin of motojournalists everywhere — leaving the bike in neutral on a downhill slope. I’d just parked to take a pictures, had gotten off the bike, and was getting out the camera when the Serow rolled forward off its sidestand. Now, the one time this happened on the SVS, the thing threw its 450 pounds at the ground with a resounding thud…the Serow just sort of folded. I almost caught it completely, but the very end of the clutch lever got a teensy scratch. 😉
The only bummer about that situation was that my camera was in my hand when I went to grab the bike, so now the lens cover of the camera is a little confused. I think I broke (or knocked loose) the switch that tells the lens to come forward when the cover slides to the side.
For a fleeting moment, I thought “Awesome! If I broke the camera, I can justify getting the 7-megapixel version!”, obviously forgetting that this is exactly why I cannot have nice things.
The Serow was really pretty pissed off at me for letting it try to roll down the hill into the reservoir; it wouldn’t start at all once I got it back upright. There was a hairpin just ahead of us that seemed to be on more-or-less level ground, so I rolled it down to the turnout there and let it sit for a minute. It started the fourth or fifth time I tried it on level ground.
Overall, it was a pretty fun ride (yeah, yeah, I know, tell that to the camera lens cover). My only problems were when I insisted on trying to ride the Serow as though it were the SVS, but that’s a topic for another post.