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2007 BMW F800S: S&M - Stalwart and Mannerly (Onewheeldrive.net)
Model(s) covered: 2007 BMW F 800 S
Hurtling through a serpentine of canyons on British Columbia’s Crow’s Nest Highway, I’m shocked. The BMW F800S I’d discounted as having an accountant’s soft, sensible and conservative soul, and I are in the groove – smoothly entering the corners, snapping the throttle open at the apex, feeling the rear suspension squat a bit and the Continental Road Attack bite. The parallel-twin thrums from 6000rpm to the 9500rpm rev-limiter deep in the red, grinding out the torque. Exit quick, roll off to bring the F800S upright and repeat. This is forcing me to rethink the F800S a bit… the same way discovering your accountant is into kink has you re-examining your last tax return.
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BMW F800 - it's the alternative twin (Motoring.co.za)
Model(s) covered: 2007 BMW F 800 S
BMW's F800 set out to be all things to all riders; it was designed to be an entry-level bike for born-again riders, a competent midweight sports tourer and a workable everyday commuter. But most of all it was supposed to have that flat, slightly soulless, all-round competence that typifies the children of the Blue Propeller.
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Model(s) covered: 2007 BMW F 800 S, 2007 BMW F 800 ST
BMW executives didn't have to come right out and say it, but I knew that the new F 800 S and ST models being talked about at the press launch I attended recently are aimed squarely at the women's market. How do I know this? Because this pair of middleweights possess qualities many women want in a motorcycle. First, they're middleweights -- an ideal end-all size bike desired by many female riders; they're light and narrow; seat height is decent; power is decent; there's a low center of gravity; and the price hovers around an affordable 10 grand.
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Model(s) covered: 2007 BMW F 800 S, 2007 BMW F 800 ST
Imagine that you are riding an all-new BMW sportbike along the sickest road found on the Big Island of Hawaii. The dark highway passing rapidly beneath your wheels is in stark contrast to the blur of lush, green tropical flora flanking it on both sides. A seemingly endless double yellow line disappears into the horizon with the warm smell of Plumeria's rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance are the shimmering lights from the mirage of heat rising off the flowing curves, steep dips and relentless rises of this well-maintained slab of blacktop. This is definitely not California.
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