I ran 165 (indicated) sustained through the Indian lands of North Dakota. There was no one for miles in any direction. Kinda weird. But when you crest a small rise and can't even make out the end of the rode you just kinda have to let loose. It got to the point that cruising less than 100 made ya feel like you we're standing still. Was a little frightening at first. But i would crest...........see nothing and then wind her up.........then back off. I'd wind it up a little faster each time and then just held it. I would occassionally come up on an oncoming car and then nothing again. Finally I said "that's enough" and backed it back down. I hovered between 90 and 100 till the sun started getting higher in the sky and the traffic picked up a bit.
My Speedo seems remarkably accurate. Saw a State Trooper in Wyoming and looked down at the speedo.......85mph. when he pulled me over radar said 85. The rode side speedo........."your going X mph.........Slow Down!" . I look down and always...... right on the money?
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