You need the skills of a fighter pilot, that is for sure.
I remember getting the front end of the V-Max in the air for a pretty good distance going down battleground ave in Greensboro. And they are a heavy bike.
I raced a Porsche on the same road, different day, and left him so far behind, I bet he still thinks about it.
130 was my top speed before I chickened out going under the 220/158 overpass outside of Summerfield.
And then one of my crazier times, coming down 220 from VA, with my wife aboard. Just entering an overpass with a transfer truck on the opposite side. The truck was loaded with crushed cars, he entered about 10 seconds before I did, the top layer of cars was sliced off the truck by the bridge. Car parts were flying everywhere. I got on the brakes and the rear end of the bike started coming around, a no go with your wife riding tucked in behind you. Well I could face plant the bridge abutment, nope I'm too pretty, so I said piss on it, gave it the gas and went on thru. Trust me there is a God. Crap was zinging everywhere, nothing ever hit us.
We went back a week or so later to look around, that black mark from that fat rear tire, was still there.
I remember getting the front end of the V-Max in the air for a pretty good distance going down battleground ave in Greensboro. And they are a heavy bike.
I raced a Porsche on the same road, different day, and left him so far behind, I bet he still thinks about it.
130 was my top speed before I chickened out going under the 220/158 overpass outside of Summerfield.
And then one of my crazier times, coming down 220 from VA, with my wife aboard. Just entering an overpass with a transfer truck on the opposite side. The truck was loaded with crushed cars, he entered about 10 seconds before I did, the top layer of cars was sliced off the truck by the bridge. Car parts were flying everywhere. I got on the brakes and the rear end of the bike started coming around, a no go with your wife riding tucked in behind you. Well I could face plant the bridge abutment, nope I'm too pretty, so I said piss on it, gave it the gas and went on thru. Trust me there is a God. Crap was zinging everywhere, nothing ever hit us.
We went back a week or so later to look around, that black mark from that fat rear tire, was still there.
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