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Power touring to the Isle of Man

Power touring to the Isle of Man

Power touring to the Isle of Man

Power touring to the Isle of Man

Power touring to the Isle of Man

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With the BMW K 1600 GTL, Ducati Multistrada 1200 S, Kawasaki ZZR 1400 Performance Sport, KTM 1290 Super Duke GT and Yamaha FJR 1300 AE in search of speed.

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We’ll stay in Germany for as long as possible so that our power tourers can race. Then ferry to Dover, across England and another crossing from Heysham to Douglas. The journey to the Mecca of Speed ​​will take two days.

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When someone goes on a journey, he can tell something.

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And the trip to the island is a long one. Dreamy Stef, hungry seagull,…

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…thirsty research expedition.

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On the lookout: the K 1600 GTL eats up kilometers of motorway by itself, the driver can concentrate on the really important things.

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Steering antler sculpture because it’s possible.

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And you will never forget your first six. Power touring in its most exuberant form.

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BMW K 1600 GTL.

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Bed whispers, table manners, “I had it too”. Snoring noise measurement groups resting companions.

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Coffee, cigarette, visor cleaning, and off you go!

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Left-hand traffic moves us a lot: it should take three days to get used to it.

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Power lunch for power tourers. Our credo: If it’s not fried, it’s for a bucket.

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Eff-Jott-Ehr, we like you very much: the oldest machine offers the most balanced concept.

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Yamaha FJR 1300 AE.

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Ducati Multistrada 1200 S..

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A beak travels to the island: the goshawk is a medium-sized bird of prey and can migrate seasonally up to the islands in the Irish Sea.

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He is a noble, upright being, has evolved over generations.

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His desmo battle cry makes his prey shudder.

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Ducati Multistrada 1200 S..

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Gooseneck is the gateway to the fast Mountain Mile.

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Slowness, island idyll, thinking globally…

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…and fill up locally.

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Creg-ny-Baa marks the end of the Mountain Mile.

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“Mediation? Where does the lost speed go, please? “

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The Kawasaki ZZR 1400 has only one objective: top speed.

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Kawasaki ZZR 1400 Performance Sport.

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The owl is also a bird of prey, but it exudes serenity and calm.

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Here she leads the swarm in the direction of “Windy Corner”.

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Speed ​​is a must, even with the Manx. But blind frenzy was never our goal anyway.

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Stuntman Sven makes the Super Duke GT wing. Thanks to endless power, low weight and the stiffest chassis, she is most likely to go along with such silly things.

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There was applause for the landing.

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The GT cases can be dismantled quickly and with almost no residue – great!

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KTM 1290 Super Duke GT.

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KTM 1290 Super Duke GT.

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Island slowness, in its most picturesque form. The harbor in Peel, as if painted.

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Professional selfie by light artist Rocky and work sample.

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No speed without the contrast of slowness. Ying and Yang, you know.

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Rigid: The Mountain Mile is only a one-way street during the races.

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Invest another £ 100 in super fuel and get back home.

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Speed ​​is fleeting, it wants to be free. You can look for it and find it, but you can never hold onto it.

BMW K 1600 GTL, Ducati Multistrada 1200 S, Kawasaki ZZR 1400, KTM 1290 Super Duke GT, Yamaha FJR 1300 AE

Power touring to the Isle of Man

"Speed ​​is the freedom of the soul", knows the cult film Vanishing Point. But between road closures, traffic blackouts and speed camera marathons, it often feels like we have lost this freedom. So let’s go on a research trip to the Mecca of speed.

E.t’s time we talked about speed, because motorcycling and speed go hand in hand. On two wheels, stable only when driving, without a body, crumple zone or airbag, the motorcyclist experiences speed up close, raw and unfiltered. We are all united by the joy of speed. The rushing through space over time, movement in the here and now, the covering of distances, that’s what everything revolves. This is what motorcycles have stood for for over 100 years. Nothing has given people more speed than the motorcycle.

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Power touring to the Isle of Man

BMW K 1600 GTL, Ducati Multistrada 1200 S, Kawasaki ZZR 1400, KTM 1290 Super Duke GT, Yamaha FJR 1300 AE
Power touring to the Isle of Man

Research trip, not a foolish frenzy

So let’s take advantage of the busy late summer time and embark on a special kind of research expedition. Where can you still find the speed today? What is she telling us? How do different motorcycles make them come alive? How much is enough If you expected a tough comparison test at this point – now is the time to turn the page.

In any case, there can really only be one goal for such a strictly scientific company on our colorful continent. The Isle of Man is the epicenter of speed. The TT is the greatest road race in the world, and Man is the TT. The Tourist Trophy myth shines as brightly as ever, while controversial road racing is being abolished everywhere. Every year tens of thousands make the pilgrimage there to be there when modern gladiators measure themselves and their ability to handle speed, risking life and limb of their own free will and losing often enough. Political independence and a healthy spirit of resistance have allowed the Manx to celebrate what is utter madness for the uninitiated over and over again for over 100 years. The same defiance also requires, and we are welcome to keep it between us, that significant parts of the road network are not subject to any speed restrictions there to this day. That’s exactly where we have to go.

But don’t worry, we are not concerned with foolish frenzy. After all, this is a research trip, we’re not stupid, and authorities and insurance companies may be reading too. That is why we first approach the matter quite rationally. The choice of motorcycles is essential. Speed ​​needs power, and that can be generous. For real power touring we take around 150 hp as a minimum, there is no upper limit. We will cover almost 4000 kilometers, from Stuttgart (after all, the birthplace of the motorcycle) to Calais, across, across England, then by ferry to Douglas (map, see picture), right into the preparation week for the second big island spectacle, the Classic Grand Prix. Accordingly, a certain suitability for touring is welcome. Yamaha FJR 1300, Ducati Multistrada 1200 S, KTM 1290 Super Duke GT, Kawasaki ZZR 1400 and BMW K 1600 GTL should cover the broadest possible range of high-end power tourers. Different concepts from sporty to comfortable and a lot in between.

BMW K 1600 GTL – tourist luxury

It finally starts on a late summer Sunday morning, first stage. There are really worse motorcycles than a BMW K 1600 GTL to tear down the almost 800 kilometers from Stuttgart to Calais. Gigantic tourist luxury awaits the pilot of the seven-hundredweight GTL-Brumme. 1.62 meters wheelbase, a sedan chair with an electronic chassis, the bench a sofa landscape, gentlemen’s rider ergonomics as the orthopedist likes to see them, a wall unit from Windschild. The cruise control is set to 140, Phil Collins is playing on the stereo, and the “new car scent” miracle tree exudes in the freshly vacuumed trunk. Somewhere deep down, the in-line six-cylinder whispers its mantra of a lot of displacement and perfect mass balance. Driving a BMW K 1600 GTL is as relaxed as “Aunt Gertrud comes to coffee and cake on Sundays”. But woe when the left lane of the A3 is finally free. Then the coffee gossip becomes unexpectedly sparkling, because auntie has cocaine in the strawberry cake instead of baking powder. Right at the bottom, almost from idle, so smoothly and well-mannered that you can hardly believe it. Almost electric. Always over 140 Nm! Then, when the command is full load, the 24-valve reveals its true self. Inimitable, indecent, hoarse it screeches with increasing speed, almost looks out of place in this over-the-top tourer. You will never forget your first six.

Unfortunately, the left lane is ruled by Sunday strollers around noon, so we lose ourselves in the vastness of the on-board computer. Several trip meters, tire pressure control, navigation system, umpteen settings for heated grips and seats, bluetooth stereo, equalizer, etc. You will definitely find a recipe for Kaiserschmarrn and the blueprint for the Apollo 11 rocket here. So distracted, the BMW K 1600 GTL, without being allowed to flex its muscles too often, strikes a swath through the canyon thicket on the A4, and in no time we are in Belgium. Has the sedan-like comfort of the K 1600 GTL lulled us? The row six masks, veils speed. A BMW K 1600 GTL only strains the driver’s resting heart rate when the transmitter needs to be changed every 50 kilometers. On this BMW, speed is like 3-D cinema. And yet, or precisely because of it, there is something very sublime about power touring. You step on your stove in the morning and hiss with luggage and a full tank to exactly where you want to go. And whatever you want. No ticket, no timetable, no blaring brats in the compartment. Only dignified comfort, insane tank ranges (26.5 liter tank!) And the good feeling of being the master of the journey yourself. First certainty: Hollywood was right. Speed ​​is the freedom of the soul.

Yamaha FJR 1300 AE – the good compromise

But also tester Schorschi, Racefuchs and chief logistician, the 800 km stint on the Yamaha FJR 1300 AE does not seem to be able to harm. Okay, the Yamaha has been around for a few years now, and recently it was given a lot of eye shadow and mascara in addition to the electronic chassis and a sixth gear. But the cosmetics must not hide the fact that the concept of the tourer still works with a strong dash of sportiness. The FJR 1300 marks a good compromise. More than a hundredweight less sheer mass than the BMW (294 kilos ready to drive), therefore not nearly as sedate, but worlds more comfortable than a ZZR, with a creamy four-cylinder, fully equipped (seat and handle heating, electronic chassis, etc.), lots of space and good wind protection – if the all-round qualities of the FJR weren’t well known, it would be an insider tip. That almost 150 PS in this high-priced and highly potent power touring environment seem almost conservative on paper? For free. Even if sovereignty and serenity are the essential characteristics of an FJR 1300 rather than explosive power output – one twist of the cable and the Yamaha also carries vehemently into territory that is hostile to driving licenses. Speed ​​is deceptive, especially on a Yamaha FJR 1300 AE. Waste, however, because our expedition never used more than 30 hp in Belgium.

Kawasaki ZZR 1400 – not that relaxed

According to the slightly pained expression on his face, Gabriel doesn’t find the hour-long drive on the highway to be quite as relaxed. Our grand master of classic racing is a gifted knocker, a professional smoker, and he was late in the morning. So he had to lash his luggage on the Kawasaki ZZR 1400, the only machine without a standard case system. After the BMW K 1600 GTL, the express train Kawa feels like a Supersport 750 from the 80s. At most half on the motorcycle, but with a long tank, deep handlebars, tense lying position. Not even heated seats and cruise control? BMW K 1600 GTL and Yamaha FJR 1300 AE spoil badly. Nevertheless, the Kawa of course has every right to exist, after all, 200 HP are waiting here to be thrown into alternative states of consciousness. Too bad that 120 are still valid up to Calais, and the Kawasaki ZZR 1400 easily manages that in the first. There is less traffic here, but we still have a lot to do and don’t want to tick off our research concerns in custody. Speed ​​wants to be free. But it cannot be forced.

What’s going on with the English?

The motorcycles are lashed to the ferry, the eyes are on the other side of the canal. A ferry crossing like this is always something special, has an almost metaphysical quality. You could think about it, but now is not the time. The first night’s camp awaits in Canterbury, a city well worth seeing that would certainly have a lot to say to less mad travelers. Pub, bed and breakfast. Because we spend the night in a former Methodist church, with our third beer we spontaneously become the “Manic Speed ​​Preachers”. Looking for speed makes you thirsty.

Day two, 100 pounds sterling in the form of super fuel have quickly disappeared into the greedy gullies of our power projectiles. Speed ​​costs. A mostly deep-fried power breakfast, left-hand traffic, and then, on the long A1, you at least want to see something of the country, we find sobering: In England we will certainly not find the lost speed. The traffic density is a debacle, the travel speed is well below the permitted 70 miles per hour, and as if in derision, warning signs announce speed controls and average speed controls every minute. What’s going on with the English? In the spiritual home of liberalism, the school of thought of freedom, there is iron paternalism. Nobody is allowed to scrape their knees here. The sad icing on the cake then somewhere near Nottingham. “27 broke down due to lack of fuel. Check your fuel level. ”“ Stay at home, there is certain ruin on the street, ”could also be written there. In retrospect, Belgium already looks like a paradise for full-throttle junkies. Speed ​​has to be relative.


Slowness and island idyll.

The transfer through the land of unlimited speed controls is tough, but we, with our goal firmly in mind, bravely make meters. Then, late in the evening, finally at the ferry, after more fried concentrate, the racing hype is gradually gathering around our ready-to-load bikes. The Classic Grand Prix will begin in a few days, and the first fully gas-contaminated racers, convicts and heroes of the old school, will arrive early for the crossing. Meaningful stickers on high-profile trailers. Speed ​​is their business. And it looks like business is going well.

Harbingers of the approaching island madness, certainly. We expect nothing less than a world of magic and myth, the alternative to our own, thoroughly rationalized world. The enthusiastic stories of our colleagues, presented with big eyes, and the long journey have created a larger than life island speed park in our imagination. There must be dragons and demons there, fairies anyway, and woe to the racer who doesn’t greet them at Ferry Bridge. Demigods on consecrated irons will overtake us on the back wheel and pull us around the island at incredible speed, on the way to our own lap record. The average speed is checked there too, but the more, the better. And the speed cameras trigger if you’re too slow. How else should it be?

Long faces, slight disappointment

As the sun rises, “Ben-my-Chree” spits us out of sleep in Douglas, the largest and only town on the island with around 27,000 inhabitants. We drag ourselves to the base camp. Bed and Breakfast again, as if painted, framed by sheep pastures and lush green forest, straight from a Rosamunde Pilcher novel. Before serious field research, however, there is serious mattress listening service. Searching for speed makes you tired.

In anticipation of the first warm-up lap, the trek leaves the suitcases in the afternoon. Has something to shake off ten, 20, 30 kilos of dead mass. Route inspection. But what do we find? Instead of Michael Dunlop on his S 1000 RR or at least an oil-smeared classic racer on Norton Manx, seniors in old rovers and hedge fund trophy women in Range Rover (the island is also a tax haven) are racing. There is also rush hour traffic here. In addition, large parts of the approximately 60-kilometer-long Mountain Course run in the city, there are of course speed limits, and here young mothers push prams over zebra crossings. Consideration is required, speed is an obligation. On top of that, of course, there is still exotic left-hand traffic, which demands everything every time you overtake. After two long days we finally arrived on the island, in the midst of reality and at the bottom of the facts. Long faces, slight disappointment. We imagined it differently. Despite all of this, the magic of the island slowly but inexorably seeps through the Gore-Tex into our hearts.

Only the names of the sections of the route can be read on signs in front of important curves: Glen Helen, Kirk Michael, Ballaugh Bridge, Gooseneck, Bungalow. Goose bumps. Here the Dunlops, the McGuinesses, the Agostinis and the Meier-Georgs of this world made themselves immortal. Every meter of this route has so much racing flair (and blood), so much great motorsport history, that it would be enough for a whole world of adventure anywhere else. Even when you’re hanging behind a Corsa at 40 km / h.

Ducati Multistrada 1200 S – powerful Desmo ass kick

After all, for the first time in 1,500 kilometers we have curves under our wheels again, and here and there something goes, so our eyes turn back to our machines. If the journey belonged more to the real tourers with six and seven hundredweight, the V-two machines rule here on the island. At 249 kilos, not necessarily a flyweight, the Ducati Multistrada 1200 S looks like a 450cc sports supermoto after extensive experience with BMW’s six-cylinder flagship. Wonderful, how light-footed, how fluffy the beautiful Crossover Duc tears through the avenues. It is impressive how sportily their control systems work. ABS, traction control, wheelie control – everything as if it had been made for the tough island test.

While the BMW K 1600 GTL often seemed a bit softly sprung to us on smooth surfaces, this easy-to-swallow setup fits very well here on the Man. Together with the upright sitting position, it also made it possible to travel in comfort. The engine, which still contains so much superbike, is also a stunner. What haven’t they tried to turn it into a touring drive. Dual ignition, ride-by-wire, driving modes, variable valve control – the 1198 Testastretta has had a long evolution in the Multistrada. Yes, all of that helps, the smoothness is excellent for a V2 in all speed ranges. But no, he still wants to be more than a bland kilometer eater. The Desmo-Vau proves it from 6000 tours when it goes off like a wounded lion. The anger, the roar, the impetuous revving, all insane Ducati.

The Ducati Multistrada 1200 S serves speed in the form of a powerful Desmo ass kick. This makes the Duc an alternative to the Yamaha FJR 1300 AE. The latter pure restraint, understatement, quiet power, the former self-confidence drumming on the chest and flaunted performance. It is interesting that both go completely different paths, but in the end, in terms of the range of applications, they do not end up that far apart. With wind protection, comfort and tank range, both are incredibly good as transcontinental power tourers. Stef, navigator and calm haven of the troops, knew exactly why he screwed his navigation system to the Multistrada. Schorschi, on the other hand, now on the BMW K 1600 GTL, paints thick black lines on the asphalt in every curve that he has approached with some dedication. You can really feel sorry for the rear tire of the K-BMW. Even if the six-seater drives impressively neutral and does a lot – the physics just set limits. The high weight and the limited freedom from lean angles take a toll. Experience and determination are required if you want to sail the rolling stereo system halfway respectably across the island.

Gabriel, again on the Kawasaki ZZR 1400, gives everything, but he also struggles, because the ZZR cannot hide its long wheelbase, its bolt-stable design as a high-speed athlete on the narrow, undulating sections of the circuit. It would take Ian Hutchinson to bring the 200 hp to the ground. The chassis works nicely, stable and smooth, but the ZZR also requires getting used to. The avalanche-like power, the very front-wheel-oriented geometry, makes it difficult for normal mortals. Speed ​​demands.

KTM 1290 Super Duke GT – the queen on the island

Sven, bon vivant, photo model and racing driver yogi, who has been on the KTM 1290 Super Duke GT since the beginning, just smiles at it. He didn’t necessarily have the most comfortable journey. Robust engine running, bony seat, only average wind protection – you can already travel with the GT, but compared to the other power tourers there is more of a “rest” before its comfort. In addition, the KTM has by far the tautest chassis. That, too, costs a bit of long-distance comfort, but it also lies like the proverbial board. Where the other four read the road and react, the 1290 GT simply concretes over it. The sport mode of the semi-active chassis is far too hard on the unbelievably undulating ground, but it works in street mode. On top of that, the KTM 1290 Super Duke GT is 17 kilos lighter than the Ducati Multistrada 1200 S. And so, in the end, the Orange is the motorcycle that you can really fly here. Even if the performance comparison, thanks to the 1600 six-cylinder BMW and the 200 hp ZZR, is for once not a one-man show of the 1290 – both can do the unconditional effortlessness, the catapult-like vehemence with which the V-Zwei dashes off to a round trip not reach. All of this makes the Super Duke GT the island queen. And it shows: Country road speed, which is accompanied by constantly changing lean angles, acceleration and deceleration, is perhaps the most exciting, most exciting variety of speed. And that is instantly available on the GT, easy to control and wonderfully coarse.

But even the KTM has to bow to the slowness of the island. Was our search a pointless undertaking? The supposed speed an illusion? Probably our expectation was just a bit absurd. At the end of a long day, Lyn, our hostess, helps us understand how things are here. The Manx suck up the race with their mother’s milk, it’s in their DNA, in their blood. In preschool the children learn everything about it, paint pictures with their heroes, the local drivers. For the islanders, the year is divided into before the TT, during the TT, and after the TT. Pretty much everyone here earns from racing, and quite a few make a living from racing. That explains why our expedition, wherever we arrived, was warmly welcomed. Children wave at every street corner, seniors ask about our machines, our history, and tell with sparkling eyes about their old BSAs and triumphs that they used to drive. Truckers stop and wave a greeting. As we take turns jumping over Ballaugh Bridge, visitors rush over from the nearby pub. Not to complain, but to make sure we’re doing it properly.

You love the motorcycle on this island, and you love the speed, albeit more that of the others. The Manx special gang with their race, they also explain how they made their peace with the blood toll. Everyone who competes here knows they do so with full awareness of the risk. Here everyone still has the freedom to run their heads in. Also this year some did not come back from the arena. Then they pause for a moment, mourn and carry on. Just like they have always done. Namely, very slowly. So grounded, we take the next day off, do the same as the Manx and explore the surroundings at leisure. The port of Peel, the cafes in Ramsey, the promenade in Douglas, of course the grandstands, start-finish and the paddock, where the racing teams are busy preparing their equipment for the Classic Grand Prix. Here, in the calm before the storm, it becomes clear: without the contrast of slowness there is no speed. Ying and yang.


Gooseneck is the gateway to the fast Mountain Mile.

In the evening the last, lonely attempt at a decent round. Schorschi, Gabriel, Stef and Sven are already mentally preparing for the long way back. At the blue hour, just enough light on the KTM 1290 Super Duke GT, that in a way made it the test winner, if there was one. Out of Ramsey, up Gooseneck, no car far and wide, just sheep and a local hero on his angry Aprilia. He gives a clean line, the GT can run properly in tow. Ten miles to Cregny-Baa, far too little and yet an eternity. Miles away from the speed of the professionals, but still a revelation. Because finally fast enough. At least for personal reasons. It shows: speed is subjective. What happens in your head is fast. And that always applies to all forms of motorcycling. Whether 60 on the cruiser or 190 on the mountain mile – everyone decides for themselves what is fast and when enough, always anew and hopefully correctly. Maybe a lonely tear has secretly pressed into the helmet pad. And with this last, eternal impression on the hard drive, we leave the Isle of Man for home again the following morning.

By the way, the Kawasaki ZZR 1400 was also able to experience its moment of speed. Saturday evening on the A4 between Aachen and Cologne, what a fine irony. The ZZR 1400 gave us the raw top speed kick. Free highway, left lane, fire. 200, 240, 260, 280, where the other power tourers would have long since given up, unstoppable, always on at warp speed in the direction of the magical 300. Shocking, what happens then, how suddenly curves arise where there were none before. As if space and time twisted in the tunnel. Speed ​​has many facets. And one of them was under our noses the whole time.

Data BMW K 1600 GTL

Water-cooled six-cylinder in-line engine, displacement 1649 cm³, output 118.0 kW (161 hp) at 7750 rpm, max. Torque 175 Nm at 5250 rpm, bridge frame made of aluminum, double longitudinal control arm made of aluminum, two-joint single-sided swing arm made of aluminum, wheelbase 1618 mm, steering head angle 62.2 degrees, weight with a full tank 357 kg, tank capacity 26.5 liters, price with ancillary costs 26,495 euros, top speed 220 km / h, acceleration 0-200 km / h 11.7 seconds, pulling 100-140 km / h 4.2 seconds

Data Yamaha FJR 1300 AE


Yamaha FJR 1300 AE: The oldest machine offers the most balanced concept.

Water-cooled four-cylinder in-line engine, displacement 1298 cm³, output 107.5 kW (146 PS) at 8000 rpm, max. Torque 138 Nm at 7000 rpm, bridge frame made of aluminum, upside-down fork, Ø 48 mm, two-arm swing arm made of aluminum, wheelbase 1545 mm, steering head angle 64.0 degrees, weight with a full tank of 294 kg, tank capacity 25.0 liters, price with ancillary costs 19,465 euros, top speed 245 km / h, acceleration 0–200 km / h 11.4 seconds, pulling 100–140 km / h 4.9 seconds

Data Ducati Multistrada 1200 S


Ducati Multistrada 1200 S..

Water-cooled two-cylinder 90-degree V-engine, displacement 1198 cm³, output 112.0 kW (160 PS) at 9500 rpm, max. Torque 136 Nm at 7500 rpm, tubular steel frame, upside-down fork, guide tube diameter Ø 48 mm, single-sided swing arm made of aluminum, wheelbase 1529 mm, steering head angle 66.0 degrees, weight with a full tank 249 kg, price with ancillary costs 19,335 euros, top speed 250 km / h, acceleration 0–200 km / h 10.8 sec, pulling 100–140 km / h 4.3 sec

Data Kawasaki ZZR 1400 Performance Sport


The Kawasaki ZZR 1400 has only one objective: top speed.

Water-cooled four-cylinder in-line engine, displacement 1441 cm³, output 147.2 kW (200 PS) at 10 000 rpm, max. Torque 158 Nm at 7500 rpm, monocoque made of aluminum, upside-down fork, Ø 43 mm two-sided swing arm made of aluminum, wheelbase 1480 mm, steering head angle 67.0 degrees, weight with a full tank of 267 kg, tank capacity 22.0 liters, price with ancillary costs 19,425 Euro, top speed 298 km / h, acceleration 0-200 km / h 7.2 seconds, pulling 100-140 km / h 3.3 seconds

Data KTM 1290 Super Duke GT


Stuntman Sven makes the Super Duke GT wing.

Water-cooled two-cylinder 75-degree V-engine, displacement 1301 cm³, output 127.0 kW (173 hp) at 9500 rpm, max. Torque 144 Nm at 6750 rpm, tubular steel frame, upside-down fork, Ø 48 mm, single-sided swing arm made of aluminum, wheelbase 1482 mm, steering head angle 65.1 degrees, weight with a full tank of 232 kg, tank capacity 23.0 liters, price with ancillary costs 18,195 euros, top speed 260 km / h, acceleration 0–200 km / h 8.9 seconds, pulling 100–140 km / h 3.2 seconds

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