I’ve had the chance to enjoy Yamaha’s 900cc CP3 motor a few times in the past and it’s undeniably a peach, but I’d not ridden it dressed as a Tracer 9. In fact, I’d not ridden the Triumph or BMW either, but I was excited for the ride ahead and a proper chance to get under the Tracer’s skin – in, hopefully, myriad conditions.
You see, to me, standing before the Yamaha, I realised it’s basically a supermarket. In essence, it has almost everything you need, but not absolutely everything ever with a cherry on top. The 1000-mile journey ahead was going to be a mix of everything. Motorways, undoubtedly, but nadgery B roads, wide open A roads, villages, towns, single-track roads barely wide enough for a bike let alone…