A while ago at the amazing Burt Munro Challenge, Mrs Strapz and I were mounted on a Yammy GT Tracer and the approach to the Oreti Beach Races divided the spectators into two camps:
onto the firm beach and the pussies who parked and walked in.
“Relax love. I got this,” I proclaimed with confidence (a little bullshit goes a long way).
True grit
We’ve done a bit of two-up dirt over the years and I’m comfortable standing with a pillion (sitting). The Tracer is on the R1 end of the adventure continuum but still got up on top of the sand. Luckily, there was only one gentle curve to deal with.