A certain Rockster owner is not able to ride is bike for the length of a pregnancy. Why? Not saying. So his R1150R Rockster sits in the garage tucked away under a cover. Waiting the day he can venture back onto the blacktop. The Rockster pines for the road. It pines to have the throttle cracked open and its exhaust bark out the symphony of speed. It sits dreaming of tight twisty roads. Roads that it hunts down big Jap sports bikes and rounds them up quick smart. It is almost a crime that this bike cannot be ridden on the road. Enter me. Sure Sonny I will take the Rockster out for short ride. Yes it will come back with at least one cylinder still attached. No I will not do anything stupid with it. I promise. Climbing on board my back straight way wants to know what on earth am I doing. My BMW is a great big comfy lounge chair. The Rockster is a gym workout bench. Hard and meant for one thing. A good fast workout. I have to reach well forward and wide to grip the bars. I left my legs up