So an hour after our scheduled depature time for the coast, We call to wake up the last rider/pillion. Two hours after our scheduled departure time, we depart. The young lady on the back of my bike had never been out with us, so I asked a lot of questions in the interest of her being comfortable with what was going on. She did fine with warming the tires up, she did fine riding within close proximity (mirrors overlapping, legs up against other bike's fairing) to other bikes. She was okay with speed, at least as much speed as she was going to see from me today. The front end came up a little at the top of second and into third gear while passing cars, and she didn't know it, so she was okay with that. She was okay with acceleration, Hayabusa style. We talked before hand and I told her that that I wasn't going to show off or try to scare her- that's not cool. It was really fun railing two up. I would tuck, and she would lay on my back. She commented later that she especially liked when I would let everybody else pass and then we would reel them in. I was doing it because I can pass anywhere, anytime, in any gear, but I have nightmares about an F4 becoming a hood ornament because he was one gear off or below 10,000rpm when he committed, so I let the others go first. We as a group raced go-carts at the beach (I won both times, coming from 1/2 way and 2/3 way back in the starting grid). We all had lunch together. We all went for a walk on the beach. Then one of my riding buddys really wanted to give the female officer a ride, so we swapped for the trip back. He did a couple of sketchy passes and attempted some two up wheelies on his ZX-9. He passed against a double yellow line. He ran 150mph on a bald rear tire with her on the back. I wasn't comfortable with what I was seeing, but I trusted this guy and his skills enough that I didn't say anything. Up to this point, I thought of his skills as being better than mine. Now I think that I should have. On our way back into town, he blew a red light to catch the lead bike (my regular riding buddy with the world's best pillion on His new R1). The lead R1 slowed and pulled off onto the shoulder to stop because he saw that the rest of us were stopping for the light. The ZX-9 guy, with the female officer on back, tries to stop on the shoulder, but locks up his bald rear tire and slides into the back of the (now stopped)lead R1. Both bikes went down. Both girls fell off. Lots of plastic. Ripped the right rear footpeg and the back half of the exhaust system off of the R1. The front end of the ZX-9 did not look good. I think that the rider of the ZX-9 broke his hand, but wouldn't let on. That made three bikes out of 10 that went down, including the F3 that flopped off the sidestand during a mass traffic stop, and three girls that fell off, including the one that slid off the tail of the R1 during a second gear two up wheelie (she did not part company with the motorcycle completely, and there were no injuries. She is an expert pillion, but was a little shaken). In discussing it later, we figure that showing off may have been a causal factor. I was even accused of it, but honestly I was not. Not even a little bit. I am a homeowner, and I want to continue to be one. I tend to ride towards the back of the pack, because it is real easy for people to misunderstand the performance envelope of the Hayabusa to the point that anything other than deceleration looks like showing off.
[This message has been edited by Kirk (edited 24 July 2000).]