Triumphant

It’s been almost a year since my 2002 Tri­umph Speed Triple was totaled. I miss that bike. The Triple was a fun bike every way you could slice it. It was way more bike than I need, but that’s sort of the point, isn’t it? Believe me, it gives me pause to remem­ber that the 1980 Bon­neville that my father sold because it was too damn pow­er­ful peaked at about fifty horse­pow­er. The Guzzi, though more than a hun­dred pounds heav­ier, packs about half again as many hors­es. Its pow­er-to-weight ratio is about 20% high­er than the Bon­nie’s and I was call­ing that my slow bike. The ’02 Triple was play­ing with dyna­mite: at 118 horse­pow­er, its pow­er-to-weight ratio is three times high­er than the Guzzi’s. Ouch.

It was­n’t just the pow­er that made the Triple so seduc­tive. The Triple’s pow­er curve was smooth. I’d assumed that an inline-three motor would have all the worst char­ac­ter­is­tics of a V‑twin and an inline-four, that it would be a «half-mea­sures» bike. Well, you know what they say about assump­tions. The ’02 Triple’s 955cc motor was eas­i­ly as torquey as the Moto Guzzi’s 1064cc motor. Com­pare the Triple’s claimed max­i­mum 73.5 foot-pounds at 5100 RPM with the Guzzi’s claimed max­i­mum 65 foot-pounds at 5200 RPM. It was­n’t just my imag­i­na­tion: the Triple had the low-end grunt asso­ci­at­ed with V‑wwins.

What was spooky about it was that right about the time that a V‑twin would start to say, «OK, that was fun, but you can upshift any old time now,» the Triple was say­ing, «come on, keep twist­ing that throt­tle… you know you want to.» I swear, the Triple was beg­ging for more even at the thresh­old where the elec­tron­ic lim­iter would­n’t allow the RPMs to climb any high­er. Mys­te­ri­ous­ly, the Day­tona with the same 955i motor was allowed over 2000 high­er on the tach than the Triple. Why would the same motor be giv­en dif­fer­ent lim­iters? I dun­no, but I’m sure there’s some log­i­cal explanation.

No, the Triple was not capa­ble of run­ning six-dig­it RPMs like the Japan­ese inline-fours, but I did­n’t say it was exact­ly the best of both worlds, just that it did­n’t car­ry the draw­backs of each world. And real­ly: 118 hors­es is enough—no, far too much—for any­one who isn’t on a racetrack.

I did­n’t mean to load the above para­graphs so heav­i­ly with num­bers and stats. I hope it’s clear that I don’t miss the Triple for how its mea­sure­ments read on paper. I miss it for being a bike that was a joy to ride.

Sec­ondary but not insignif­i­cant was the atten­tion it drew. On the Moto Guzzi, no mat­ter where I go, guys strike up con­ver­sa­tions about the bike. Gay guys hit on me when I’m on the Guzzi, and guys of all per­sua­sions want to talk about the unusu­al motor and mar­que. Noth­ing wrong with that, of course. It’s great to have a con­ver­sa­tion piece when pass­ing through a strange town. By con­trast, I had­n’t had the Triple more than a cou­ple of days when I parked it in front of Cycle Gear where I was to look at tank bags (did­n’t ever get one—plastic gas tanks lim­it one’s choic­es there). A wom­an’s voice behind me asked, «is that your Tri­umph?» I smiled and said yes. She was a love­ly young thing. «I like your bike,» she said with the most delight­ful invit­ing lilt to her voice. She kept walk­ing but it hit me like the prover­bial load of bricks: the Moto Guzzi nev­er got that kind of attention.

It did­n’t stop there, either. This was the pat­tern. In fact, the woman I was dat­ing when I had my acci­dent joked when she arrived at the emer­gency room, «you had to wreck the fun bike, did­n’t you?»

Of course the fact that my dad rode a Tri­umph helps. I know that John Bloor’s Tri­umph Ltd isn’t the same Tri­umph that made my father’s Bon­neville. The Meri­den fac­to­ry was torn down and Bloor took a lot of cues from Japan when set­ting up Hinck­ley. Not that it’s such a bad thing. In fact, I’m quite cer­tain that we would­n’t want a Tri­umph like Harley-David­son is today: nev­er hav­ing got­ten out from behind its his­to­ry. One of the smartest things that John Bloor did may have been not pro­duc­ing Bon­nevilles for over a decade. When the Bon­neville did come back, it was (and con­tin­ues to be) a nod to the past from the present rather than the mod­el that kept its com­pa­ny stuck in the past.

So I’ll be replac­ing the Speed Triple with anoth­er Speed Triple. I’ve been plan­ning to do this for some time. I gave some thought to try­ing anoth­er kind of motor­cy­cle but I haven’t been able to gen­er­ate the same kind of enthu­si­asm for anoth­er bike that I have for the Triple. Fri­day after­noon I put down a deposit on a 2008 Speed Triple. I’m told that the 2008 mod­els ship­ping now are the same as the 2009 mod­els will be. Tri­umph does­n’t look at the cal­en­dar when updat­ing their mod­els and they don’t change the mod­el year based on design changes. Mine should be ready for me to pick it up Thurs­day, which will make it 52 weeks exact­ly from the day my old Triple was wrecked. Full circle?

I should­n’t say much about the new Triples. It’s prob­a­bly bet­ter if I wait and report on what it actu­al­ly is rather than go to any length about what it ought to be or might be. I will say this: I’m sur­prised, look­ing at the sta­tis­tics, at how sim­i­lar the new Triples are to my old one. The dif­fer­ences are obvi­ous: a 1050cc motor, dual silencers, more horse­pow­er (as if I need­ed more horse­pow­er), radi­al­ly mount­ed Brem­bos instead of the old Nissin brakes, and the upgrade I’m real­ly look­ing for­ward to: upside-down forks that keep the unsprung weight where it’s sup­posed to be. Even with all these changes, the 2008 mod­el’s spec sheet says that the wheel­base, seat height, rake and even the weight of the bike are exact­ly the same as the 2002 mod­el. My hope is that this means it will feel a lot like my old bike, just a bit more.

And of course, this is a total­ly prac­ti­cal deci­sion. The Speed Triple’s around-town fuel effi­cien­cy is much bet­ter than the Guzzi’s. I fig­ure if gas prices stay where they are, the new Tri­umph will have paid for itself in twen­ty years.

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