My poor old Sporty has been suffering in the patio, all the exposed alloy engine cases were getting furry with corrosion and my beautiful Bassani exhaust was looking particularly #$%*ty, so on Saturday I got stuck into it with some liquid metal cleaner and polish (of which half went on the concrete floor when I knocked the bottle over, damnit) and it came up better than expected.
Due to my rapid weight loss (over 80 pounds in 2 months) and current poor diet I'm as weak as a kitten, so I waited until Sunday before I gave the bike a good wash (first for 2018) and then I took it for a blast up into the hills. It really is a fantastic bike, starts instantly no matter how long it's been sitting, has massive torque, so no downshifting required when passing slower moving jalopies full of gawking rubbernecks, and with the 18" rear wheel I installed in 2016, happily cruises along at 60MPH @ 2900 RPM.
I'd say I was enjoying the crap out of it with many 100 MPH blasts, but of course that's naughty, so we'll just pretend that didn't happen. If I appear to be rambling, it's because I'm back in hospital recovering from Prostate Surgery, whacked out on Oxy Contin. Happy Days!