MANY YEARS AGO A BEAUTIFUL LADY called Rachel used to teach with me at the training school in Norwich. It was the mid Nineties, everyone seemed to come to our school, training was a lot of fun and the group of instructors were all young, enthusiastic, and loved bikes. Pete had a Z900, Rich had an American Police KZ1000 with titanium under the footboards, Rick had a beautiful Kawasaki ZXR750H1, and Rachel had a 1989 Honda CBR600F. With its all-enclosing bodywork in white with red, it looked great, sounded fab and I was very jealous, while trundling along on my BMW K75RT (I was also dispatching at the time).
But just like the Suzuki GSX, CBR1000, ZZR600 and Ducati Paso, enclosed bodywork, like the Triumph bathtubs and Ariels decades before,…