Hehe, see there, motorcycylist are mostly all emotional misfits with nothing making sense to all of em at once. Chris I lucked out to get a 68 P!! 2 yr in a row National drag champ build by a shop to rub 2toke noises in their smoke. It'd eat stock H2 digging deep down in gear box screaming like chain saws falling behind. With a drag slick much better though as on road tire could not give WOT till 65-70 or just spin even in 4th. 10.49 1/4 m best time by real pilot. I leaned to ski it as too low to lean much and that it was damaging to run much over hwy speed for long d/t the horrenous ViBrAtIoN. The 2tokes bikes could run circles around me in twisties though so thought they were great handlers back then.
Only one I know that lived on his P11 put Honda rubber mount bars on. P11's were famous for fracturing off parts. P11's were Commando's daddy but who'd buy one but to race over very rough stuff or stand painful numbness for a few seconds.
Trixie is my 2nd Combat and kept as factory as i can. Lovely antique that's good enough to enjoy sane zooming around and comfy to ride 1000 mile days and not want to stop. Keeps me humbled mechanically constantly. Killed my first deer on her and almost me too. Her GI tag key fob had Trixie scratched on it, so came named.
Ms Peel was my 1st no name good runing Combat that leaked 13 places so tore down to learn and fix it - to run into major items issues, so 5 yr to recover. I'd got a 'boney' SV650 in interim and spiffed it up via SV's popular forums info and got handy on it to point needed corner school to find out about skips and drifts and slides besides on THE Gravel. My SuVee will out handle un-tamed Commandos and likely out horsepower to weight all but super expensive ones. I only run non DOT race only tires on SuVee as only compound matters to grip THE Gravel. I can get them to gum ball in public or wire brushed off or draw out tire groove edges to 1/8" tags or leave exact imprint of road texture in them. I ran Scott's damper on SuVee too so know its help and hinderence, eventually it crashed me, so realized I was better than a damper and better off w/o it. Killed a big sheep dog, two goats that tore us up going slow, then a deer on SV at 75 with little injury & no crash so now travel 80's at night for safety and aim at deer agressively.
NInja 900 at Kieh Codes school taught me how to break free on heated race tires on tarmac to find it was simpler than pie compared to THE Gravel. Did stuff on it that got me banned to return and almost cracked school apart over Code allowing me too > screaming eye/eye spiting almost fist fights over me. Point being I got down all the faults and quirks of both Vtwins and inline 4's on fat tires and was so impressed I vowed to finish the stupid Combat and just tour to show it or be rid of it and its sloppy ass handling.
Was taken under wing by good mentors on modifying the no name Combat crank shaft to rod links, the last front link put on at a shop in the woods with serious trials course and hot to trot fellas on their GasGas and 250 Mx's, which I got to try too. Addicted me to raven drops and hill climbs and deer chases through head tall brush. All worked up by that took this new found wonder into wagon trail roads on bluff faces back and forth faster and sharper till reaching the G's the Ninja could delivered so expected that was it, tired to find break loose but couldn't at first, only pulled side ways wheelies with peg about grounded lean levels. DAMN, them fat tires couldn't grip that far over! Gave me the feel of frame wind up and release instead of tank slapping fights of the moderns, DAMN!. Pressed into turns even faster-harsher to finally get rear to break free and twist bike side ways to travel and fall down on its own then essentially let go of bars to get a saving hi side i found I could nail even more power on d/t tire patch so smashed down wider and push off the tire spring back as the frame un wound for breath taking spike in acceleration out of apexes at any angle I wanted. I was left in dumbfounded flabbergasted reality melted psychotic state after that. It was next day in my cage still tingling when I heard her name in my ear... Peel Ms Peel. Best handling I got out of her was on almost 60 PSI in tires, so if ya still look in awe at balloon tires and super rigid's, oh well I guess no one but me knows what they are missing out on with a disappearing smooth Ricochet Rabbit.