Due to a couple of quirks of fate, I've spent quite a bit of time with the ol' FJR lately in high-speed Interstate commuting (with some extensions).
A friend and colleague had the misfortune to T-bone a Town Car with his relatively-recently acquired Harley. He had a lot of metal installed and is in a wheelchair for some time.
He operates a training business similar to ours with a bit different focus, and while he had a cadre of part-timers to do many of his classes, there aren't enough. So he asked me to cover several, which I was pleased to do.
I don't need to use my Astro van to do his classes, as they don't require much gear. That means bike.
The trip is 48 miles each way on Chicago-area Interstates 355 and 90. They are new-gen, fully-improved highways. There are posted speed limits of 60 and 70, respectively. Yeah, but those are not as rigidly enforced as they are in many other places, let's just say.
For perspective, on the notorious Tri-State Tollway, I-294, the section from O'Hare to the Wisconsin line is unusually fast-moving, even for here. I have more than once noticed my speedo showing 110 while in the third, not fourth, lane, and being passed monotonously.
So the ZRX won't get this call, not for get-there commuting- not enough wind protection.
So far this has entailed six of these 96-mile round trips, although one seems to have been extended a bit to Janesville, Wisconsin Airport for breakfast. (Excellent, by the way.)
Yeah, the FJR is about ideal for this kind of work, and gave a good account of itself.
I don't always go Interstate, but when I do... man, that FJR sure is a superior tool.
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