A
s I took the long way back to BMW's press bike
depot in Torrance, California, my decades-long love
of BMW's boxer engine bubbled to the surface.
"Damn, this thing is good," I said to myself as I split cars
on the last dregs of the wretched 405 freeway. And it is.
The BMW R 1250 RS is the kind of motorcycle I will need
to have in my own stable when I'm a touch older, a touch
wealthier, perhaps, for the RS epitomizes my love of
sportbikes, just in a more mature package.
VOLUME 57 ISSUE 36 SEPTEMBER 9, 2020 P81
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE
GETTING OLDER DOESN'T
MEAN YOU CAN'T ENJOY
SPORT BIKES WITH FAIRING
