OB_Dirty Pete
Registered
Today I pulled out into a country road traffic light intersection on a green light.
Absent-mindedly, I cranked the bike off the light hard, intending to go straight, then realized I really wanted to turn left. There was no on-coming traffic. So I threw the Busa left on seriously trailing throttle, myself totally disoriented and, realizing the gravel shoulder was coming up at me fast, laid the bike way over on metal bits at about 45 mph to make the corner.
Now before you judge me an ass, know that I did see sparkles in the pavement which means to me that the road has grip. Sparkles are good. Not the kind of sparkles that come from windowpane...asphalt sparkles.
The bike just rode around that corner like Queen Elizabeth on a rollercoaster.
I love my forgiving baby.
How has the Busa's superior handling saved YOUR sorry ass?
Absent-mindedly, I cranked the bike off the light hard, intending to go straight, then realized I really wanted to turn left. There was no on-coming traffic. So I threw the Busa left on seriously trailing throttle, myself totally disoriented and, realizing the gravel shoulder was coming up at me fast, laid the bike way over on metal bits at about 45 mph to make the corner.
Now before you judge me an ass, know that I did see sparkles in the pavement which means to me that the road has grip. Sparkles are good. Not the kind of sparkles that come from windowpane...asphalt sparkles.
The bike just rode around that corner like Queen Elizabeth on a rollercoaster.
I love my forgiving baby.
How has the Busa's superior handling saved YOUR sorry ass?