I could have…It’s a torquey bastard. Now imagine this:
Gentle winding perfect pavement, spanish moss on the trees, as green as Taiwan, the Nachez perce trail road winds through the south for 300miles from wherever to Nashville. It was surprisingly beautiful country in a sort of “really rustic way”. I saw a house that looked like something out of the “Color Purple”, a rickety thing, barely standing, no electricity, but still had a perfectly manicured front lawn (better than any golf course in Taiwan, they should come down and learn from Mississippi’s poor how to keep grass). I really enjoyed the ride, the genre of bike fitting perfectly to the non threatening, ape bar, almost V-8 sound emenating from the pipes.