Somewhere among these short, sharp excursions, it dawned on me – much like the lockdown confusion of when you last washed your hair, I couldn’t remember the last time that I had filled the 900’s 13-litre tank. While the fuel economy wasn’t quite the claimed 56mpg, it wasn’t far off 50, even with frequent stop-starts and heavy acceleration. In fact, on longer, faster journeys, such as the F900’s eventual trip home, it returned far higher – 54.3mpg on that occasion. The tank just seemed to last for miles – sometimes more than the predicted 160.
It was a cold December afternoon when the F900R and I set off on that final jaunt. Dialling BMW’s Farnborough HQ into the Motorrad Navigator VI, I chose the long way, up the A3 before cutting cross country to the M3. Personally, I’m not a fan of BMW’s own navigation system, which once attempted to send me to Portsmouth, Virginia (3,676 miles away) rather than the UK alternative and my actual destination, which, at just 79 miles away, was almost 50 times closer.