My sensory equipment had been so blasted by motorbike elation that I was still getting flashbacks from earlier that day.

The two treasure troves of biker fun in question were the new Suzuki Gladius 650 V-twin and its four pot high-revving sister the GSX 650F.

One is a modernistic funky naked building on the shoulders of the SV650, nicking some ideas from the Kawasaki Er-6 and coming up with what has to be bike of the year - certainly in the non supersport, real bike arena...if not all areas.

The other is the super smooth new-engined sports tourer they replaced the old 'teapot' with, all gorgeous metallic blue tank and fairing and silky all new engine reving up to 12,000 as its stretches its legs and slices through the motorway winds.

I'll talk more about the latter bike in another blog because I'm writing this quickly in the Mirror newsroom while I should be thinking about hard news - let's call it my tea break then but excuse the mistakes as I rattle out my enthusiasm.

Let's start from the negative. It'll probably get called the Gladys and it's two tone colour scheme migh jarr with traditionlists and...er....that's it. There is no other negative point.

Not for four and half grand anyway, you can't have luxury forks for that.

The Gladius name comes from the short stocky Roman sword used by Centurions and Gladiators....you've spotted its irrelevance already.

The two tone business...I don't care...I've ridden it and I tell you its a modern classic of a motorcycle. You see it with different eyes when you get off it anyway - it becomes a figure of beauty because of the awesomely powerful fun factor any way.

Bikers are are far more no-nonsense than car drivers any way and no paint job is going to put them off a superlative machine.

Quite brave I s'pose for Suzuki to meddle with the SV range when it re-established them as a commuter kings while the Gixxers were doing it for the sports section.

You have to congratulate them then for that bravery because the Gladius is a right tool..in a good way and makes you say things like "I love you" to the bike inside your helmet as you sweep round a country bend.

It looks far nicer in the flesh than in the early pics and has some lovely modern touches.

But its the SOUND when the twin cylinders are ignited that sings "You're gonna like me....then you're gonna love me"...and of you go like a sailor after the sirens on the rocks.

Step up through the beautifully spaced gears and the throaty twin rumble and roar is aural karma.

The power delivery is a so obedient that it oozes user-friendly charm and makes you bond with the thing like seeing the right puppy to take home when you're a kid. No flat spots, no lags betwen motor or gears, just wonderful, useable oomph to a soundtrack of delight.

And the quality chassis with its Ducati Monster-esque trellis inspires such confidence that it flatters the rider enormously.

I'm a commuter in London principally and only have one roundabout per journey so I don't get to do a lot of leaning.

But within 20 miles on the Gladius I was well into the cornering on an unfamiliar machine.

No more skills, just confidence inspired by a belting bike which flatters aand serves the interested rider up with dollops of oozy fun.

So now you know why I couldn't sleep. I was in love.

Gotta go back to work now. Have to get on the gorgeous GSX 650F to whiz across London and interview a soul diva.

Sounds very glamorous that.