Thanks for all your consolations and...hey, howcum you guys are so wise and fatherly?
But you're right. Gotta be patient.
My buddy arrived 2 hours late, 7 hours ago. We just this minute finished 490 kilometres (that's about 300 miles for youze Yanks) of really fast, traffic free, twisty riding. The bright side is that, because he was late, the citizens were out of their cages and locked into their barbecues, so we could go like crap.
I saw 340 (that's kilometres) on my speedo for the first time today. Wasn't trying to go straight line fast...I just looked down on a long straight on my favourite twisty road and there it was.
That's the road we're going to go out cranking on ASAP Malcolm. You guys remember Malcolm?
Jeesuz I was surprised how fast my buddy was able to hustle that V-Max through curves. We traded bikes for a while. The V-Max feels to me like a dirt bike. When he got off my Busa, he said "Welcome to the Twenty-First Century!" What he meant was that he was blown away. He's the first person I've let drive my Busa. While I was riding his V-Max I did my best to stay with him, but even though he's not a rice rocket pilot, he killed my ass.
Which is as it should be.
Dang that Busa looks great from behind pouring through a 120 mph curve in the woods!
BOSS: Yes I fly. But I'm not in your league. Just a VFR single engine licence. I fly rented whatevers, but I prefer low wing Cherokees. 500 hours. I just like low wings...my Dad flew Spits in WWII. Ace.
[This message has been edited by Dirty Pete (edited 28 August 1999).]
[This message has been edited by Dirty Pete (edited 28 August 1999).]