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It’s a good place to go for a ride.<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n His grin wavered a bit when he beheld Gorilla Guts in my garage.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d he asked, peering at it intently.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is the new Yamaha Super T\u00e9n\u00e9r\u00e9 XT1200ZE,\u201d I replied. \u201cThe only bike on earth with its own set of monkey bars.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s awesome,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n I nodded. \u201cIt is. Awesome like a matte black war-boot crunching over the bones of its enemies and flinging the shards into the sky.\u201d<\/p>\n The next morning, Dino and I set off for Mt Royal National Park, which is just up the road from where I live.<\/p>\n Yes, this is the pic where we both look retarded.<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n He let me go first only because he doesn\u2019t know where he is going.<\/p>\n I set a Christian pace on the tarmac, which Dino easily matched, as I knew he would. He was astride an ancient, noisy, and rather over-stressed GS 800, shod with near-dead Shinko tyres and an ancient Chinese can which made it sound like a damaged buzzsaw. Dino doesn\u2019t mind riding bizarre and worn-out motorcycles on awful tyres. He says they keep him interested as they constantly try to murder him and he constantly tries to resist being murdered. Does it slow him down? Does it shit. Two weeks later he was rounding up fast boys on Multistradas on the Oxley Highway.<\/p>\n “Wanna play on the bars, kids?”<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n This weekend he was sitting in my mirrors as we made our way past Lake St Clair and headed up into the hills on the other side.<\/p>\n Gorilla Guts is actually a superb touring bike. A true mile-eater, which is just as capable on the road as it is off. Linked brakes, bulk torque, and the ability to carry a house on its back while still behaving like a motorcycle. It\u2019s not light at 265kg wet, but while some might view this heft as a negative on dirt, it is actually quite comforting on the road in terms of presence. Gorilla Guts in Matte Black Hate is one hell of an imposing motorcycle. The weight also incentivises me greatly not to crash on the dirt, so it\u2019s win-win for me there.<\/p>\n Bratwurst and Sushi.<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n It\u2019s comfortable, the electronic suspension (set to Standard) just wafts you over bumps, and because it\u2019s a monstrous 1200, it picks up its black skirts and gets along right sharpish. Sure, the paddle-wheel Pirelli Scorpion dirt-rubber make it interesting in corners, but having seen Dino grinding his sidestand away (yes, seriously) on old Shinkos, I was confident.<\/p>\n The road into Mt Royal is good dirt, which gradually turns into less good dirt and then ultimately begins to resemble something from Erzberg.<\/p>\n I stopped way before it did that. Dino did not need the added burden of waiting for the Westpac Rescue chopper as well as trying to winch 265kgs of Super T\u00e9n\u00e9r\u00e9 out of a canyon.<\/p>\n We enjoyed a spirited run up the hill, and while the Scorpions may not be the optimum road tyre, they are excellent in the loose stuff. And the way Gorilla Guts provides power is always controllable and predictable. Which is good. It\u2019s a lot of bike to ride on the ragged edge.<\/p>\n I followed Dino for a bit \u2013 an exercise which is historically fraught with peril. I followed him over a cliff at Binacrombi once. But this time there were no cliffs.<\/p>\n When we stopped for a breather, our conversation turned to our good fortune in having moved away from the city. The birds sang, the wind soughed through the trees, the bikes ticked cooling down, and we were both smiley-faced.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is such a lot of bike,\u201d Dino said, as he watched me clamber onto its back.<\/p>\n \u201cShut up,\u201d I growled. \u201cI\u2019m being as graceful as I can be.\u201d<\/p>\n Just so you know, the Super Ten is not the tallest of the Adventure bike line up. It\u2019s kind of in the middle (and you can get it in two seat heights 845mm and 870mm), but when you put the panniers on, you need to be able to heave your leg up over them, or you\u2019ll tear chunks of your shin out. Or do as I do and just get on it like a horse, ie. Foot on the stirrup\/peg, and on you go.<\/p>\n On the way down the mountain, we almost died through no fault of our own. An oncoming car towing a boat had lost a wheel on the trailer. The ensuing apocalypse showered us both with torn-up bitumen; Dino more so than me, despite the fact I was in front. Big tick for the excellent protection the Super Ten offers in terms of wide tank and adjustable screen.<\/p>\n The other wheel is in the bushes.<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n Back home, I offered Dino beer to salve the bruising on his arms from the kicked-up bitumen, but he was more concerned about the damage to his new helmet.<\/p>\n \u201cLook what he\u2019s done to it!\u201d he wailed.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you need me to hug you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n That\u2019s the only time you\u2019ll ever see fear in Dino\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/bikeme.tv\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/IMG_1779.jpg\")
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