Zink wrote:
> Tom,
> While you were on your way to 130mph, do you remember the feeling of
> utter fearlessness you had and then that feeling of "what the Hell am I
> doing" Just about the time a small cross wind moved you across the
> lane?
Picture, if you will, a wide open NJ Turnpike at around 2:00 AM. I'm on
my '86 Suzuki GSXR-750R, it seems like an excellent opportunity to "blow
the carbon out of 'er".. (Did any of *your* dad's ever implant this bit
of automotive arcana in your mind? Take it out and "blow out the
carbon"?!?!?)
Anyway, I slap it down to third and punch it, winding hard through the
gears, amazed at how smooth it all was at over a buck forty! Far off in
the distance I see taillights, and I'm thinking I have all sorts of time
before I have to pass the guy, no problems...
Wrong.
Before I had any idea what was happening, I'm like five feet (okay,
maybe it was a little more, but NOT MUCH!!) behind the TRUCK that was
just way far away only two short seconds ago... I had no idea how
quickly I was covering ground! Missed him by about an inch. Scariest
F***ing thing I've ever done.
Sold the bike a couple of months later. Call me a wimp, but trucks are
just too hard, and pavement too abrasive. I'd much rather spend the day
crossed up and sideways in the Spit!
John
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