My first encounter with a GPz 550 came in the summer of 1981 on route 17 between Monticello and Binghamton, NY. I was on my '73 Z1 with a 4-into-1 pipe, on my way to Rochester, with a small knapsack on the rear of the seat.
Beautiful scenery, cruising at 80 to 85 mph when something red catches up to me - a GPz. He was intent on overtaking me, but I rode with him for a ways at about 110 mph, until the curves and the rain grooves got the better of me. But not him - he was a lot more sure-footed than me on the curves.
I had read about the suspension of the GPz550, so I didn't take it personal, and continued on my way at a 'leisurely' 80 mph.
Beautiful scenery, cruising at 80 to 85 mph when something red catches up to me - a GPz. He was intent on overtaking me, but I rode with him for a ways at about 110 mph, until the curves and the rain grooves got the better of me. But not him - he was a lot more sure-footed than me on the curves.
I had read about the suspension of the GPz550, so I didn't take it personal, and continued on my way at a 'leisurely' 80 mph.





































