My only experience with this type of speed was back in 1995, on my 93 FXR. On the straight path between Richmond and Virginia Beach on an empty Rt 64, I opened it up, went past 110, felt the “Wobble of Death” and backed off.
It was exhilarating, but I will never attempt such a stunt again.
Still riding the same bike though.
PS. I am an Widowed old lady now. Been riding for 49 years.
“PS. I am an Widowed old lady now. Been riding for 49 years.”
We have 2 SIL’s who were/are avid bike riders, and they are approaching 80 age wise.
Both had their own Harley Hogs and rode with their husbands, on single bikes and sometimes on 2 bikes. They took vacations with other bikers in the spring and fall.
About 10 years ago the SIL and her hubby were riding his bike near their town at a night. About a half mile out of town a huge buck deer jumped onto the road ahead of them.
The hubby missed the deer and put his wife, him and their hog into a ditch. He and she do not remember going into the ditch.
Fortunately for them the owner of the one gasoline station had waved at them as they zoomed by him. When he stopped hearing their bike and some muffled noises, he got on his bike and went toward the last sound. Their Bike was a mess, the hubby had a broken collar bone and a fractured helmet.
The bike fell on her and broke her hip. It took a couple of surgeries and a couple of years recovery.
Now, they ride an adult trike. That was a promise to their grown daughters and grand kids.
They still don’t remember crashing, just trying avoid the deer.
The deer was not hit and apparently went into a cornfield on the other side of the road.