A descriptive story about my first ride on my new bike
Ear peircing revs explode out of the under seat exhaust as I zip down the first real straight away I have encountered at any speed. Slightly progressing increase in throttle turns the rubber soles of this 400 pound machine as it leaps up to 100+ miles per hour. In my mind I am thinking this is the payoff, looking at the sharp right hander through my smoked visor of the Black and Red helmet . Confidences exerts itself from a deep desire for adrenaline to rush through my veins. Two quick downshifts as I brake then with instinctual movement I roll the exotic Dark beauty into full lean and input the throttle attempting to test the limits of the new machine. With quickness the unscuffed rear Dunlop tire spins freely and slides. Overcoming my natural survival reaction of dumping the throttle (which would lead to a dangerous high side into a sharp barbwire fence) I choose to continue to twist the right hand grip causing more fuel to be dumped into the cylinders and accelaration to continue. The rear steps out even more as the front rushes to catch up straining my body by rapidly jerking both arms. The two wheels become aligned once again as I pull up out of a full lean trying to get the D208 tires to grip. Almost instantaneously the rear spins and slides out again causing another harsh arm pumping jerk. Suddenly the suspension forces the rear into grabbing the road yanking my head rearward as if the bike intends to leave me behind. Forcing my weigth over the handle bars in an attempt to keep the front planted I quickly shift. Then I feel it. The rush. My heart is now racing with excitement as I turn my head to see the dark rubber streak I left behind. A smile creeps upward slowly underneath the Black and Red full face helmet as I see a road sign reading: Slow; Dangerous curve ahead.