Trackday instructor vs. Aprilia Mana 850
What happens when you take a mild-mannered trackday instructor and put him on an Aprilia Mana 850? If you guessed “disaster” you would be wrong—at least in this instance—but last week I would not have bet against you. This fish out of water scenario is exactly what happened to me this past weekend. As a dedicated sport rider and owner of two Aprilia sportbikes I had every reason to turn my nose up at the Mana, but after nearly 500 miles of Texas Hill Country riding I instead wound up with cheeks sore from smiling so much. Yes, really.
So what’s so great about the Mana? For me, it’s about sheer enjoyment. Here’s a dirty little secret about the guys you see zipping around on their sport bikes: most of them aren’t having much fun. Sport bikes need to be pushed hard to work right, and you just can’t push hard enough on the street—and expect to stay out of jail. Most of us racer-boy looking guys are either wishing we were on the racetrack so we could flog the bike how God intended or are in the process of scaring ourselves half to death. Fun, at least in my experience, comes in short bursts intermixed with long periods of frustration. That’s why a great many of us who have been at this for a while have bought motards, gotten into dirt bikes, or given up street riding altogether.
Climbing on the Mana changes your outlook. It peels away layers of pretention and ego and leaves you with a more direct line to what all motorcyclist have in common: the love of riding for its own sake. The Mana puts you into a carefree mood and takes away the distractions of managing the bike, letting you focus on enjoying yourself. There’s no pressure to go faster, no image to live up to, no tiring riding position to deal with, nothing but you and the road. The Mana isn’t shiny or flashy, it just looks good without drawing attention to itself. The brakes work great, the suspension does a good job of holding things together, and the engine pushes you along wherever you choose to go. And, of course, there’s the automatic transmission that makes it so, so easy to just get on and go. You don’t realize how much time and effort you dedicate to managing the gears on a traditional motorcycle until you ride the Mana. As hard as I tried to make the transmission misbehave it never did. Brilliant!
Of course, I’m too stupid to leave well enough alone so I just had to push the Mana to see how it would respond. I’m a sport bike rider, it’s an inborn compulsion. Well, I spent a lot of time riding with my friends on sport bikes and let me tell you, I gave them a good harrying! Frankly, I could not believe how well the Mana held together when pushed to sporting pace. Yes, you can get it to freak out momentarily if you really wring its neck, but it never, ever tries to bite you. You can hold stupid amounts of corner speed and the Mana just rolls right along with minimal drama. I was really and truly floored with the level of performance that Aprilia managed to coax out of such an unassuming package. Of course, it should go without saying that the Mana is damn near flawless at normal street pace.
The Mana 850 is tons of fun, even for a die-hard sport rider like me. I can’t think of a better endorsement than that. The engine, suspension, brakes, and transmission are all very well behaved and make for a lovely ride whether you’re giving it the berries or just poking along sniffing the flowers. In the city or in slow-and-go highway traffic it simply cannot be beat. You can chase after your friends on sport bikes and the Mana holds together unbelievably well. But most of all, it’s an absolute gas to ride. You owe it to yourself to take one for a spin.