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TRIUMPH ROCKET III 2005 de 2.300 cc com pneu traseiro medindo 240/50 R 16 (a minha DR é de 170). Pura força bruta. Pura adrenalina. Esta mais para dragster do que para moto. Enruga o asfalto com o seu brutal torque maior que o da Ford Ranger... Sabado no Cafe Antiquario do Pontao do Lago Sul, reduto do QC Motoclube. Sony DCR-DVD403 de 3.0 megapixel zoom otico de 10x e gravacao em miniDVD de 1.4 gigabyte.

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Triumph (04jun05) Rocket III 2300cc 005

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Uploaded: June 04, 2005
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  • Iris (Private)
    6 years 6 months ago

    all new Rocket gonna rock!! Just an amazing bike which is visual
    treat with its mean muscular aerodynamic shape.

  • 13 years ago

    May 23, 2005

    Dude. Where ya been? Let's go.

    That's it. I can't stand it anymore. For the last 10 days the Rocket has been grounded due to a heavy work schedule and Michigan's unpredictable spring weather. Temperatures dipped low enough in some parts of the state that snow flakes were seen, and there's been plenty of rain. But now on this Sunday evening, I catch a small break.

    There's a decent sized blue hole in the clouds. The dog is walked. The yard is mowed. The groceries are bought. The house is cleaned. And the Rocket is waiting patiently for me in the garage. I need to get back on the Rocket to for two reasons: To add to its break-in miles. And because I miss riding it. I had forgotten how much riding a motorcycle for fun relieves stress and sets your mind free. I find it very therapeutic to be out there on an empty road, just you and the bike, alone with your thoughts.

    I change into my riding gear, extracting from the closest my black Triumph jacket that I bought at Bike Week 1997. This jacket, a good luck charm for me, has been on three continents and in about a dozen countries with me over the years. It's simply the warmest, best jacket I've ever owned. So even though it's about 60 degrees, I know I'll keep warm while I ride the Rocket around the Berkley, Birmingham, Royal Oak area of the Detroit suburbs.

    A few minutes later, after the TR8 is moved out of the way, I climb aboard the Rocket, turn it around in the garage, twist the key and press the start button. The big 2.3-liter engine barks to life as if to say, "D-u-u-u-u-de. Where ya been? Let's go!" And just like that we're off.

    I've put about 175 miles on the Rocket. I am feeling pretty comfortable in the saddle, even with a 10-day gap between rides. Yes, the Rocket is a huge machine. But it's almost like riding any other bike, really. It doesn't have any major quirks that I have discovered. Everything comes natural to me except for cornering. This is the one aspect of the bike that does make me think a bit.

    Because of its size, you are just not going to round a corner on the Rocket as if you are on a sport bike. It takes a little time to figure out how to best position the bike in the road to set yourself up for a smooth turn. What I am saying is that, for me at least, I find the Rocket needs a wider path and a slower speed to turn a corner than I am used to. I am not at ease yet leaning the bike over very far and cornering sharply, and so I find myself on the outer edge of the lane in most turns. Still, cornering included, I am riding smoothly, which is what counts.

    Heading north on Woodward Avenue toward Pontiac, there are long stretches of smooth, empty roads. And there is where the Rocket is a real joy to ride. Because the engine is so under-stressed, I keep forgetting to shift into fourth or fifth gear. The Rocket could be ridden 95 percent of the time in first, second or third gear. Just a little bit of heat comes off the engine, and it keeps me perfectly comfortable on this cool day.

    This time of year, Woodward is loaded with expensive foreign sports cars and beautifully restored old classics. Several drivers speed up quickly and pull even with the Rocket. I don't look over because I don't want to take my eyes off the road. But it's obvious they are eyeballing the bike.

    I'm about 20 miles from home when I see the sky darkening again. Reluctantly, I turn around. Heading south now on Woodward going though an intersection in Bloomfield Hills, I see a motorcycle on my right waiting at the light. Since I have the green, I whiz by doing about 50 mph, but I can see the bike just long enough to recognize that it is a Triumph Bonneville. I can't tell if it is a classic Meriden Bonneville or a new one. So I slow down and sure enough, in a few minutes the Bonnie draws up beside me at a stoplight.

    It's a new black Bonneville T100 with ivory trim and chromed out engine cases, a gorgeous machine. The rider and I chat for a minute at a stoplight in Birmingham and then we pull over and shake hands. The Bonnie is Chuck Brick's first motorcycle in 30 years and he says it's a terrific machine. He added the accessory grab rail on the back of the seat for even more classic (and classy) look.

    Of course, Brick knows about the Rocket. But he's never ridden one. We chat for a few more minutes and I explain that I am riding the Rocket this summer and reporting on my experiences. Even though the sky is getting really dark, I offer Chuck the keys to the Rocket and encourage him to take around it the block once or twice. Chuck asks: "Is there anything I should know about it?" I think for a second. "Use the throttle gingerly," I say with a smile. "The gears are one down, four up. You pull in the clutch and hit the starter button. That's about it.

    A few seconds later, Chuck is gone. I am at the curb looking over the beautiful lines of the Bonneville. I can't resist. I have to sit on it. As much I like the Rocket's immense power and brash style, I think the Bonnie is going to be my next motorcycle. The Bonneville's size and style seems just so right for me. The handlebars are perfectly placed and sized to fit my body. The fuel tank is a sculpted thing of elegant beauty. And to these eyes, there isn't a bike on the road that radiates as much timeless good taste as the new Bonneville. I think of it as kind of the motorcycle equivalent of a navy blue Saville Row suit. It will never go out of style.

    While I am admiring Chuck's Bonneville, I hear the Rocket's engine off in the distance coming closer. A few seconds later Chuck pulls up, turns off the engine, and declares: "It's awesome." Now the rain drops are starting to fall. Chuck and I agree we'll go riding in the future. And then I am back on the Rocket blasting for home.

    Richard Truett