Now: I’ve never anthropomorphised a machine in my life. And I’m not about to start now.These things are milled, forged, pressed and constructed out of materials. Anyone who calls a machine ‘He’ or ‘She’ probably needs to w**k more. Anyway. It’s farewell to my Bandit 1250 this week. 60,000 miles, no breakdowns, lots of punctures, heaps of speed and fun. In many ways it’s a mundane, utilitarian machine but deserves admiration for the basic, reliable engineering that’s gone into it. Plus the fuel injection is just luvverly. When I bought it, I was cash strapped and needed a bike to do…Everything…From 600 miles/week commuting, to hooning around at the weekend and 5000 mile tours of Europe. It did all of them and never attracted any attention from either the Dibble or undesirables with staffordshire terriers and a Red Bull dependency. Great bike. Recommended.
Am I sad to see it go? Not really. It’s only a bike after all. Although…I always felt it went better after a polish