What a ride! It's cold here today (50 or so) but sunny so I had some time and I wanted to take the Busa out for a quick spin. Got out the GoPro because I know you all love video and attached it to the tank. Off I went and about half way through the ride I started pushing things pretty dang far. I was flying and the bike was amazing. I was in a lean at 70+ and the GoPro flew off the tank! I stopper and went back but there was no sign of it - it's probably still filming in the bottom of the swamp. Hero 7 down, Arghhhhhh. I think the ceramic polish on the fairings is too slick for the suction cup. Now pissed, I was going even faster.
I love anything Rizoma. And what that has to do with anything is this: my new Rizoma mirrors are fantastically beautiful but like all things Italian they look much better than they work. I can't see chit out of them. Problem is you can't adjust them without a tool, so it sort of takes 2 people to get them perfect. Then when they get loose they move. Stay with me, this does have something to do with the story.
So I let up as I get to a populated area and I hear a siren and see the flashes of lights behind me. Never saw him back there. Cop comes up says do you know how fast you were going? I said yes sir, I just finished building this bike and I was taking it for a spin. He was really nice about it. He said he was doing 145 to catch up with me. I apologized and said that was pretty stupid of me. I was thinking how ironic it was to lose the GoPro and now get the bike impounded! He said the bike looks great, slow down. THE DUDE LET ME GO WITH A WARNING!
I am the luckiest Black man in America. Seriously. I'm probably on their map now. If they catch me speeding on those roads again they will throw the book at me.
