First the ride into work this morning on the 1098s was fine. It was dry enough to be able to ride and I made it in without incident (with the exception of the blind van driver plodding along around Smithfield meat market) to the car park and locked the bike for its usual stay. On the ride back the roads were just packed, certainly a lot busier than I have experienced on a Friday lunchtime, which meant I got stuck in it. This resulted in the bike and myself getting really hot; the bike however wasn't taking it out on the surrounding drivers.
Anyway, shortly after getting home I was able to get a lift to Metropolis to pick up the Monster. I was there for about 20mins just chatting with the guys before handing over the money for the bike. The new tyres and fitted grips were both on, although the original R&G grips had been substituted for a different set. To be honest, I wasn't that bothered as the grips that were fitted on the Ninja showed signs of serious wear after only a few months, so lets give these a go.
The weather at the time was good enough and to be honest, I wanted to the ride the bike I had just bought, so I headed off for St Albans to have a coffee and make a few phone calls. As I pulled up, the sky was getting noticeably darker and rain drops were starting to fall. By the time I left it was raining a little heavier, but nothing serious....well for the first 5mins anyway, because no longer had I hit the main road out of town, the heavens opened. I don't mean it started to rain, it flippin chucked it down. 'Real wrath of God type stuff...fire and brimstone coming from the sky, rivers and seas boiling, forty years of darkness, earthquakes, volcanoes, the dead rising from the grave, human sacrifice...dogs and cats living together...MASS HYSTERIA!!' I was quickly soaked and again, my boots filled with water. Really not good. It got to the point where my feet were so cold and wet, they hurt. Gotta get some better boots soon.
So my first ride on the Monster turned into a wet ride of endurance. The plan had been to take a few photos and do a nice little write up of the first ride, but that's pretty much gone out of the window now. That lovely valet that the bike had doesn't mean anything now, which is annoying. The Monster is now just as dirty as the 1098 its parked next to in the garage. Handy I'm home alone this weekend, I've got lots of scrubbing to do.