I've been a member for some years and have had three GT 750s. All have done over 100,000 miles and no troubles.
The one I have now, which I half rebuilt, has taken me and
the misses to France twice from here and all over Norway and Sweden,
camping at every stop, using a petrol stove as the bike runs on the
stuff. I’m 60 and just
love it – cheap, hassle free, rain or shine no stress. But I read that some of you don’t like it, (camping I mean).
Well, we have all the comforts at home, so we don’t
need them when we are out so just stress free and rough it.
But back to this script. Not many of you come to my
country, and if you do no one calls. I think I must use the wrong soap.
I also read Simon was in Sweden at Ingvars, Oldsbergs and Baldersnas. I
was there at the same time, as this is the place that has a road and a
railway and a canal all going over the same river at the same place.
Roger and his GT750
I’ve driven 2,600miles from here to Albe in France
and back and I find that my bog standard GT750 a comfortable ride. But
I agree with Simon when it’s hot I strip off as well because a
cool head is a safer rider than
a hot sweaty one in black leathers. I’ve never been one to be hot
or cold on a bike, as an advanced police rider. We used to cover 40,000
miles a year just for the fun of it. But still after all these years
the wife is the only one to get on the back.
Views of Norway
Now the 1400GTR looks like a real modern bike. What I need to
know is what is the real range, and how many to the gallon! My old bike
does 200 miles to the tank full. I also wonder how quiet is it (dba) at
speed and who cares about the exhaust! As long asit does the job, like
the old Velos the police use to have, you could not hear them coming.
(Has anybody looked at the Moto Guzzi Norga 1200) and do the mirrors
stay still.
This year I hope to ride up north to the Lofoten then down
to my house in France, plus the other ride rounds just for fun, so this
keeps the bike busy.
I had my first rear blow out with 4in nail last October
while going round a corner onto a motorway, just as I was picking up
speed. Not good, and I didn’t want to die. Still, training paid
off and the practice with soft tyres gets you used to the funny feel so
I’m still here today – and so is the bike.