Iv been pillion maybe a dozen times in my life and hated every time. Most memorable (and last time) was on the back of my older brothers fazer coming down the M5, we were pulling about 120 and I’m sat on the back pretty protected from the wind by him, he then leans right over the tank pulling himself forward to get comfortable meaning I go from hardly any wind to the full force of it, I very (as in VERY) nearly went right of the back and both feet left the footpegs, I genuinely think the only thing that kept my on the bike was my arsecheeks clenching and gripping the seat. Iv not been pillion since and would rather walk than do so.
oh and just remembered a ride from burbage to pewsey on a mates c90 with 4 of us on the bike, that was an experience not to be repeated.
