So Friday night was my 1st time at the drag strip with my busa.... I was so excited, sure of myself that I'd have all the fastest times or atleast commencerate with the one other busa there.
I got 2 runs in before final elimination.. those went well my 1st being my best for the night et was 11.55 @ 127mph, sure not the greatest time but for a 1st timer I was happy. I took it really easy on that run and was convinced I could step it up a notch at hit at least mid 10's @ 135+
Here I am set for my 1st run
So my turn for a 2nd run comes around, this time I figure I'll set my feet back put my weight on the tank and really launch it right, here is a pic of me set up.
well I'm glad this was just practice because after I launched I couldnt find the damn shifter I was flying so fast by the time I got my feet back in place I'd redlined 1st hit the limiter and was loosing speed, I finally hit 2nd and 3rd gear to get a time of 12.15 @ 124mph
so I thought to my self ok, I've learned a bit about my bike I can do better next time...well next time came around as the final elimination, the other busa there was set to race against me, everyone was excited about our race 2 busa going at it in the 1/4 mile ya this one was gonna be good, when at the last minute busa #2 gets pulled as the buy out guy and a 600 takes his place.
It's dark by now but here we are all set to go, Im thinking to myself this guy is dust.
I was so disappointed that it threw off my prep for the next launch, we both moved into our prestage spots our turn comes up and I prepare to launch, my engine is revved the lights falls down yellow, yellow, yellow I rev it some more yellow, it's about to hit green I begin to slip the clutch when BAAAAAAMMMM it goes red, the 600 launches and I stop "What The Hell" I scream this isnt happening, the track man looks at me and puts his head down to wave me off the track my breath has left my body from the extreme moment of confusion, all I could think was wtf happened.
Well it turns out I set up too close to the line and when I went to slip the clutch at the last yellow it lurched me just enough to trip the stop light, I was so heart broke I left the track straight to the streets heading home as fast as I could. My man hood shattered. I am sooo unworthy, this was the worst defeat ever a 600 takes out the busa...I should be shot.
Well now I'm hooked and have to go back next friday to redeem myself, I'll be studying hard for every tip and practice routine needed to blow them away. I wont fail you again my friends.
I got 2 runs in before final elimination.. those went well my 1st being my best for the night et was 11.55 @ 127mph, sure not the greatest time but for a 1st timer I was happy. I took it really easy on that run and was convinced I could step it up a notch at hit at least mid 10's @ 135+
Here I am set for my 1st run
So my turn for a 2nd run comes around, this time I figure I'll set my feet back put my weight on the tank and really launch it right, here is a pic of me set up.
well I'm glad this was just practice because after I launched I couldnt find the damn shifter I was flying so fast by the time I got my feet back in place I'd redlined 1st hit the limiter and was loosing speed, I finally hit 2nd and 3rd gear to get a time of 12.15 @ 124mph
so I thought to my self ok, I've learned a bit about my bike I can do better next time...well next time came around as the final elimination, the other busa there was set to race against me, everyone was excited about our race 2 busa going at it in the 1/4 mile ya this one was gonna be good, when at the last minute busa #2 gets pulled as the buy out guy and a 600 takes his place.
It's dark by now but here we are all set to go, Im thinking to myself this guy is dust.
I was so disappointed that it threw off my prep for the next launch, we both moved into our prestage spots our turn comes up and I prepare to launch, my engine is revved the lights falls down yellow, yellow, yellow I rev it some more yellow, it's about to hit green I begin to slip the clutch when BAAAAAAMMMM it goes red, the 600 launches and I stop "What The Hell" I scream this isnt happening, the track man looks at me and puts his head down to wave me off the track my breath has left my body from the extreme moment of confusion, all I could think was wtf happened.
Well it turns out I set up too close to the line and when I went to slip the clutch at the last yellow it lurched me just enough to trip the stop light, I was so heart broke I left the track straight to the streets heading home as fast as I could. My man hood shattered. I am sooo unworthy, this was the worst defeat ever a 600 takes out the busa...I should be shot.
Well now I'm hooked and have to go back next friday to redeem myself, I'll be studying hard for every tip and practice routine needed to blow them away. I wont fail you again my friends.