Shame your "First Rideout" video's to be your last, Tooseevee. It got my "Thumb's Up" at least--if only for the
"Get in your own lane!" exhortation just shy of nine minutes in--the sole commentary in the piece, and all that really needed saying throughout. Come to think of it, "Get in your own lane!" might make for a nifty ad campaign catch phrase, as in:
"Royal Enfield--Get in your own lane! Fuck the herd!"...Yes, I really must copyright that baby. And you know, it occurred to me that even that light wind noise actually makes it quite like the real thing, at least with a half-helm, doesn't it? All you'd need to really round out that whole virtual verisimilitude would be like a scratch-n-sniff "Coastal Aromas" doodad or maybe a scented "Stenches of the Bay" candle for those various salty seasidey smells you must have thundering into your nostrils during such a near-waterside snort.
I hear what you're saying about Bullet Whisperer's route through the village and all. There you can practically smell the tea roses and bangers-and-mash. It reminds me a lot of when I lived in Scotland in a farmhouse in the Borders, south of Edinburgh, quite literally in the precise middle of nowhere. If you looked at a roadmap, directly due south of the city you'd see an isosceles triangle of roads. We were located directly in the blank spot at its very center. Getting out to the main road was a progression from grass and sheep crap dodging the geese to dirt path to gravel to lumpy single-lane tarmac and then a lovely windy manicured dual-laner north through Penecuik and straight into town. I adored that ride in to work on my old police surplus Norton Commando every morning, rain or shine. Bullet Whisperer sure knows how to ride those things too, doesn't he.
Watching him dive right into that wee gap between that oncoming car on the right and hedgerow to the left on that single-laner without so much as fluttering the throttle just makes me realize I'd likely need a fresh Depends
® after such a maneuver. That Whisperer's a truly fearless two-wheeled badass, he is.