If ever a ride could have been designed to show that you don’t need 200bhp to have fun on a sports bike, this is possibly it. The sun is out but the Midlands B-road is damp in places. It’s early and traffic is light, but the straights are bordered by hedgerows with occasional gates, muddy surfaces and signs warning ‘Beware of Tractors’.
Despite the potential hazards I’m winding the RS660’s throttle open when a clear stretch of road appears. But that’s only occasionally, and I can’t say I’m sad that I’ve only got
