Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
I was playing with a sport bike yesterday & the
rear tires broke loose at about 50 or 60 & the
rear end started heading clockwise.
Oops, definitely my bad, had to lose by default.
Another super bike humbled this weekend. Seems that every time Gary lets me cruse his lead sled, we get lined up next to a fast bike.
This time, the poor little scooter was a Ducati "Monster". I spun and had to do my best peddle job at least twice on the Cheby, while coming out of the hole. Once I was able to go full boost, the pasta pumper seemed to just slip back further and further. We only got to run em out to about 90, as there was some traffic ahead.
I imagine that if that bike had really been trying, he could have left us off the line. He would need to to have any chance of beating that Hennessey Cad-V on the big end.