I went for my typical Sunday afternoon ride down my favorite local road (Hwy 42) yesterday. When I got to the spot where I usually turn around, there were four sport bikes parked with their riders resting in the shade of one of the trees. The four bikes were Honda F4I, 2005 GSXR 1000, CBR600RR, and a brand spake'n new R6 Raven (very perrty). I parked the Busa and went and introduced myself. They immediatly started commenting on the busa, on how good it looked and how they knew it was super fast while going in a straight line. One of the guys said, its to bad Hwy 42 has curves in it, otherwise you could keep up with us. I just smiled and politely nodded. Now, I had already noticed that 3 of the 4 bikes had well worn center strips on the rear tire with little to no wear on the edges. This told me these guys did not ride too hard...at least while leaned over. After a few more minutes of typical male banter, we mounted up to make the 18 mile trip back to town. I took position at the rear of the pack.
Now don't take any of this wrong, I am by no means a great rider....or even a very good rider (a few of you Basher's can testify to that ). But, I am comfortable with my steed and I know what she is capable of. So, as we took a brisk pace down the winding highway, I commenced to pass all four of the above mentioned riders, one by one, while negotiating a curve. All four passes were on the outside and done without crossing over into the oncoming lane of travel. I will admit, I was proud and enjoyed the fact that at least those four guys will think twice before calling a busa a fat cow that can't be fun in the twisties. When I got to town, I pulled into a gas station and watched as the four of them rode by, wouldn't wave or even look my way. I do love this Bike.
Now don't take any of this wrong, I am by no means a great rider....or even a very good rider (a few of you Basher's can testify to that ). But, I am comfortable with my steed and I know what she is capable of. So, as we took a brisk pace down the winding highway, I commenced to pass all four of the above mentioned riders, one by one, while negotiating a curve. All four passes were on the outside and done without crossing over into the oncoming lane of travel. I will admit, I was proud and enjoyed the fact that at least those four guys will think twice before calling a busa a fat cow that can't be fun in the twisties. When I got to town, I pulled into a gas station and watched as the four of them rode by, wouldn't wave or even look my way. I do love this Bike.
