Residing in the San Francisco, Bay Area the best time for me to open her up is Sunday A.M. hours between 4:30 and 6:00 (too much traffic otherwise). On Highway 280 just south of Page Mill Road is a 5 lane one mile straight with 3 to 4 year old asphalt.
With a running start my first pass heading southbound hit 175. We all know the speedo is incorrect. Take the next exit catch the cloverleaf back on to the northbound side running through the gears in fourth with the throttle wide open, hit redline and kick it into fifth. Throttle wide open waiting for redline (seems like forever) and all of a sudden the engine shuts off. I can remember watching the tachometer go right down to zero. My lights are still on. What heppened. Did I hit the kill switch by accident? No way, when I am making these high end runs I am hanging on, my hands do not move around on the clipon's. I pull the clutch and coast over to the right. Turn off my key wanting to save my battery (not know what when wrong at this time). About 4:45am pitch black no steet lights and no moon out. I saying to myself well this sucks. Still sitting on the bike I start looking around and what do I see? Two deer strolling on the freeway (this area is know for deer crossing). I am speachless with my jaw hanging wide open. In shock. Would I have seen them and been able to avoid. I have a very good high beam but who knows. A couple minutes pass. I turn the key on and the bike fires right up. During the twenty minute ride home I realize what had happened. I thanked the big guy for watching out for me with tears in my eyes.
That has been the only time the bike has failed on me, period.
With a running start my first pass heading southbound hit 175. We all know the speedo is incorrect. Take the next exit catch the cloverleaf back on to the northbound side running through the gears in fourth with the throttle wide open, hit redline and kick it into fifth. Throttle wide open waiting for redline (seems like forever) and all of a sudden the engine shuts off. I can remember watching the tachometer go right down to zero. My lights are still on. What heppened. Did I hit the kill switch by accident? No way, when I am making these high end runs I am hanging on, my hands do not move around on the clipon's. I pull the clutch and coast over to the right. Turn off my key wanting to save my battery (not know what when wrong at this time). About 4:45am pitch black no steet lights and no moon out. I saying to myself well this sucks. Still sitting on the bike I start looking around and what do I see? Two deer strolling on the freeway (this area is know for deer crossing). I am speachless with my jaw hanging wide open. In shock. Would I have seen them and been able to avoid. I have a very good high beam but who knows. A couple minutes pass. I turn the key on and the bike fires right up. During the twenty minute ride home I realize what had happened. I thanked the big guy for watching out for me with tears in my eyes.
That has been the only time the bike has failed on me, period.