It was the first time I had my knee down. I was touring in France with my mates, starting to feel really good with my small 600 Monster (which I still own) and trying to keep up with them and their bigger Desmodue on a lovely A-road. A great moment, for everything around it. I just didn't care having scrubbed down my leather trousers, feeling the road so close while being so fast (about 70-75 mph at least
) was so good. I was simply making one with my bike.