Ok, so I broke up with my Girlfriend and today was the first day that I have had to ride totally by myself. Decided that I was gonna make my chicken strips smaller today so out after the twisties I went. My trip would involve 3 different roads and about 75 miles of twisties each way!
So I start out on my first road and come up on a little red car of some sort with the fat exhaust sticking out the back. I came up on him pretty quick as I came out of a corner and into a long straight. He sees me and picks up his speed to somewhere around 70. Knowing that he will be slowing me up in the corners, I drop two gears and swing out past him. I get around him easily and as I am about a mile down the road getting ready to start into a series of four real great turns, I see this guy in my mirror trying to keep up. So I thought, "He's gonna be dust and I am getting rid of these chicken strips here and now. First corner is a little sweeper to the left that I enter around 65 and come out of doing closer to 80. Glance into the mirror as I am setting up for a little tighter left corner and he is still there but a little further back. So the second turn is coming fast and I am hard on the front brake, barely touching the rear and dropping down three gears. Clutch is out smooth and I start to roll the throttle coming through the turn and as I get the bike straight am hard on the throttle and the front end comes up ever so slightly and into third gear I shift. Another glance into the mirror and he is further back but not as much as I expected him to be. Next turn is a hard right that typically has some loose gravel in it so I am always really easy on it but I am coming into it much faster then I am used to. Hard on the front brakes and just touching the rear as I down shift into second and oops, let the clutch out quick. Rear end does a jiggle for a second but recovers quickly. I start leaning to my right and looking for any signs of gravel and miss the little bit that is there. I twist the throttle hard as I came out and the front end starts up again. Did I mention that my heart is really racing now?
Last corner is another sweeper to the left followed by a decent straight away. My caution with the third turn has let this little red car get within a couple of car lengths to me so I roll the throttle harder in second gear and we hit redline and go to thrid as I am exiting it. Third starts to pull hard just as the bike is straight up again and just as I crest a hill that I had never gone over faster than about 70 and all of a sudden my tummy is feeling really funny and I am floating while the bike is screaming like she has just caught me with another women! These miliseconds will forever be frozen in my mind. Then the bike raises up and pounds the seat into my a$$ and catapults forward with a screach of tire rubber meeting asphalt. Into fourth I shift, glance into the mirrors to see daylight under the red cars wheels for just a second and then a shower of sparks as the daylight dissappears! Next thing I know, the red car is receeding in my rearview mirror and it dawns on me that I was just airbourne at well over 100 MPH!
I turned right on the next main road, went a few miles and then pulled into a gas station since I was shaking so much and figured I should'nt ride for a few moments. That scared the living cwap out of me folks. After about 10 minutes and a cold bottle of water, I proceeded with my ride and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The chicken strips are smaller but still there and I don't think I will be truying to make them anymore smaller then they are.
PS. I should not have riden like I did but the simple fact is that I did. I was wearing all of my gear and had I gone down, I would have needed it. I think the next time I try and push the bike like that, it will be on the track. I did not like having that cage chasing me.
So I start out on my first road and come up on a little red car of some sort with the fat exhaust sticking out the back. I came up on him pretty quick as I came out of a corner and into a long straight. He sees me and picks up his speed to somewhere around 70. Knowing that he will be slowing me up in the corners, I drop two gears and swing out past him. I get around him easily and as I am about a mile down the road getting ready to start into a series of four real great turns, I see this guy in my mirror trying to keep up. So I thought, "He's gonna be dust and I am getting rid of these chicken strips here and now. First corner is a little sweeper to the left that I enter around 65 and come out of doing closer to 80. Glance into the mirror as I am setting up for a little tighter left corner and he is still there but a little further back. So the second turn is coming fast and I am hard on the front brake, barely touching the rear and dropping down three gears. Clutch is out smooth and I start to roll the throttle coming through the turn and as I get the bike straight am hard on the throttle and the front end comes up ever so slightly and into third gear I shift. Another glance into the mirror and he is further back but not as much as I expected him to be. Next turn is a hard right that typically has some loose gravel in it so I am always really easy on it but I am coming into it much faster then I am used to. Hard on the front brakes and just touching the rear as I down shift into second and oops, let the clutch out quick. Rear end does a jiggle for a second but recovers quickly. I start leaning to my right and looking for any signs of gravel and miss the little bit that is there. I twist the throttle hard as I came out and the front end starts up again. Did I mention that my heart is really racing now?
Last corner is another sweeper to the left followed by a decent straight away. My caution with the third turn has let this little red car get within a couple of car lengths to me so I roll the throttle harder in second gear and we hit redline and go to thrid as I am exiting it. Third starts to pull hard just as the bike is straight up again and just as I crest a hill that I had never gone over faster than about 70 and all of a sudden my tummy is feeling really funny and I am floating while the bike is screaming like she has just caught me with another women! These miliseconds will forever be frozen in my mind. Then the bike raises up and pounds the seat into my a$$ and catapults forward with a screach of tire rubber meeting asphalt. Into fourth I shift, glance into the mirrors to see daylight under the red cars wheels for just a second and then a shower of sparks as the daylight dissappears! Next thing I know, the red car is receeding in my rearview mirror and it dawns on me that I was just airbourne at well over 100 MPH!
I turned right on the next main road, went a few miles and then pulled into a gas station since I was shaking so much and figured I should'nt ride for a few moments. That scared the living cwap out of me folks. After about 10 minutes and a cold bottle of water, I proceeded with my ride and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The chicken strips are smaller but still there and I don't think I will be truying to make them anymore smaller then they are.
PS. I should not have riden like I did but the simple fact is that I did. I was wearing all of my gear and had I gone down, I would have needed it. I think the next time I try and push the bike like that, it will be on the track. I did not like having that cage chasing me.