HiYaBruceA
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I ride my Busa aggressively. On divided highways I like to speed, and with the right circumstances of no traffic and with good visibility to confirm the non-existence of lurking cops, I go faster, ala 140-155 mph, but only for a little while. But overall my average highway speed can average over 90 mph.
Last Saturday I passed a white minivan cruising in the left lane (I guess he owns the left lane), took the interchange on-ramp very aggressively, and proceeded to do my usual fast and faster pace on the toll road. After several miles I could see that Minivan was still visible in his left lane, which indicated a very high rate of speed for a breadbox.
I stopped for the next toll booth, popped in my quarters.Lo, Minivan had not only caught me, he beat me out of the toll booth. He must have averaged over 100 mph from the time I passed him in order to do this. I own a minivan and they corner poorly, have soft suspensions, are susceptible to wind gusts, have atrocious aerodynamics, to say nothing about the power limitations. His engine must have been screaming for mercy.
I passed him on the right again, because he owns the left lane, and proceeded to do my usual thing, go fast, then faster, then fast, while watching him in the mirror. He be humpin’; I was not losing him. We got to a point on the toll road that must be handled with caution because there are many places for law enforcement to hide. I was torn between risking my license and the sinful pride of not wanting to be passed by a damned minivan. So I slowed to about 110 as some sort of senseless compromise, and he started to overtake me on a bridge.
Having digested several books on sportbike riding, thanks to recommendations on this website, I have learned how vision is so crucial when riding fast. I keep the high horizon with a wide perspective. So when I saw the top of a state police cruiser parked at the end the bridge, hidden behind its concrete railing, I used the front brake, and only the front brake, thank you fellow posters, applying firm pressure initially, then firmer pressure, and was able to scrub my speed down from 110 to 60 very quickly, with controllable nosedive and terrific stability from the bike………what a machine! And OH, my suspension settings are the ones that Epicrisis has posted elsewhere. Consider them.
Minivan was neither keeping the high horizon, nor was he piloting a Hayabusa, nor was he using the Epicrisis suspension settings. He blazed past me and the ensuing radar at over 100 mph in a 65 mph zone. I went by at 60, but I wasn’t certain that the radar had been blocked by the railing so as not to detect my earlier speed. My heart was in my throat as the police cruiser peeled out from his hiding place and pursued me/him/us down the road. When the trooper passed me, turned on his roof lights and tucked in behind Minivan, I snickered as I cruised on by, having dodged a major bullet that he caught. Serves him right for goonin’ with a Busa.
Last Saturday I passed a white minivan cruising in the left lane (I guess he owns the left lane), took the interchange on-ramp very aggressively, and proceeded to do my usual fast and faster pace on the toll road. After several miles I could see that Minivan was still visible in his left lane, which indicated a very high rate of speed for a breadbox.
I stopped for the next toll booth, popped in my quarters.Lo, Minivan had not only caught me, he beat me out of the toll booth. He must have averaged over 100 mph from the time I passed him in order to do this. I own a minivan and they corner poorly, have soft suspensions, are susceptible to wind gusts, have atrocious aerodynamics, to say nothing about the power limitations. His engine must have been screaming for mercy.
I passed him on the right again, because he owns the left lane, and proceeded to do my usual thing, go fast, then faster, then fast, while watching him in the mirror. He be humpin’; I was not losing him. We got to a point on the toll road that must be handled with caution because there are many places for law enforcement to hide. I was torn between risking my license and the sinful pride of not wanting to be passed by a damned minivan. So I slowed to about 110 as some sort of senseless compromise, and he started to overtake me on a bridge.
Having digested several books on sportbike riding, thanks to recommendations on this website, I have learned how vision is so crucial when riding fast. I keep the high horizon with a wide perspective. So when I saw the top of a state police cruiser parked at the end the bridge, hidden behind its concrete railing, I used the front brake, and only the front brake, thank you fellow posters, applying firm pressure initially, then firmer pressure, and was able to scrub my speed down from 110 to 60 very quickly, with controllable nosedive and terrific stability from the bike………what a machine! And OH, my suspension settings are the ones that Epicrisis has posted elsewhere. Consider them.
Minivan was neither keeping the high horizon, nor was he piloting a Hayabusa, nor was he using the Epicrisis suspension settings. He blazed past me and the ensuing radar at over 100 mph in a 65 mph zone. I went by at 60, but I wasn’t certain that the radar had been blocked by the railing so as not to detect my earlier speed. My heart was in my throat as the police cruiser peeled out from his hiding place and pursued me/him/us down the road. When the trooper passed me, turned on his roof lights and tucked in behind Minivan, I snickered as I cruised on by, having dodged a major bullet that he caught. Serves him right for goonin’ with a Busa.
