Well guys, not sure where to start...
I did try Yves' 920cc Seeley this afternoon. I started very conservatively because I had never ridden a Seeley and I wanted to get the grasp of the bike as a whole, not just its engine.
What an incredible job Yves has done with this bike! Even though I am about 10cm taller and 25kg lighter than him, it took me just about 4 seconds to feel completely at home on his Seeley. All the controls are exactly where you expect them to be and everything went completely flawlessly during the 30 minutes or so I was on the bike.
The bike feels very light, and lower than my Slimline Commando. The clutch action is smooth and easy, a gentle push on the gear lever and of I went...slowly at first, as I didn't know what to expect. Even at 1/3 throttle, the engine feels full and lively, the TTI 5 speed gearbox is an absolute revelation, silky smooth, perfect ratios, I am seriously thinking about selling my left kidney to buy one asap.
The front 4LS 260mm magnesium Fontana brake is nothing short of incredible, progressive, powerful and immensely precise, much better than most modern disk set ups,the rear 2LS 230mm magnesium Fontana is probably a bit too powerful for this very light motorcycle yet perfectly precise and safe to use. Actually on a couple of'occasions I used only the the rear brake without even touching the front to slowdown Yves' rocket before a roundabout and it was not a problem at all, quite incredible in fact!! The Mk3 Seeley steers precisely, goes exactly where you want it to go at any speed, thanks to Ceriani GP forks and Öhlins rear shocks.
If it was my bike (dream on, Bruno!) I would probably adjust the rear shocks to be a bit harder considering the brute power delivery of Yves' mighty engine.
Yes, I know, I know, I haven't said anything about the engine yet.
Well, it starts on the Alton starter button, idles with the precision of an atomic clock, and is suprisingly vibration free, even at low rpm. At first, I wanted to remain very cautious and kept my right hand below half throttle. In those conditions, the engine feels full and responsive under 4500 rpm, not so different (I naively thought) from my own 828cc PW3.
But after a couple of minutes, Yves, who was standing by on the side of the road, started to make big gestures telling me to give his 'Big Spender' a real go.
So I did.
Should you decide to twist your right wrist on Yves bike, here is what happens: with a otherworldly roar from the Maney exhaust, Yves bike suddenly morphs into Maverick's Tomcat on afterburners being launched from its carrier, the front of the bike starts to feel very light, click, second gear front still feels very light at 7000rpm, click, third gear front still feels very light at 7000rpm, click, fourth gear what 7000rpm already?, click fifth gear oh shit this thing is really moving, time to leave Warp 8 acceleration, Scotty Bruno reporting serious facial grinnage inside space helmet as he flies right by Captain Yves Kirk on the deck. Looking on the rearview mirror for Thor's hammer which, I am sure of it, just kicked me on the backside, I see nothing but an empty stretch of road.
As I am a lifelong epicurian, I decide to go for it again.
And again.
And again.
After all, Yves has asked me to try his bike out and encouraged me in no uncertain terms to 'test-osterone' it.
So I did.
The engine pulls like Saturn V from 2500rpm until Mjölnir (the aforementionned Thor's hammer) hits you squarely in the backside from 4500 to 7000rpm. Vibration free, the engine feels free and open, completely quiet mechanically at all revs, torque and power galore. As I write this report, I am trying very hard to find something wrong to Yves' bike and incredible engine.Yet I just can't find anything less than perfect on his bike.
His 920cc Seeley is the stuff normal people's dreams are made of.
After some debriefing and (many) compliments, I said goodbye to my friend Yves after thanking him for the privilege bestowed upon me etc., ...one good kick started my PW3 Featherbed Commando and off I went for a happy ride in the Belgian countryside. Or so I thought.
Bruno was not happy at all by now.
Quite pissed off even.
My mighty 828cc PW3 engine now feels like a mere glorified moped after trying out Yves' spaceship.
Oh, do I hate Yves now.
One cannot do to a friend what he did to me this afternoon. It's not fair.
Just not fair.
I need a drink. Or a few.