I had one of these up to 115mph on a winding two-lane blacktop road in England riding narrow bias-ply tires. That was living enough to last a long time.
You haven’t truly lived life if you haven’t experienced a 130 mph ride at least once.
Err 155 in a 71 Montego on I-20 between Abilene and Weatherford was inspiring, as in I haven’t been that fast in a car I was driving, since posted speed was err, 55 I was aiming at triple posted limit but got err, in to traffic that was a bit slower. The road was usually pretty deserted after 10pm I call that one Devine intervention me and my lonesome would have just kept hauling, can’t risk innocent spectators though.
Montego had a 351 Cleveland, c6 and a Holley 4barrel nice, very nice on the highway
KZ1000, 140 MPH, spokes, tube-tires.
I realized I was going to die. Brought her back down to 80.
I wasn’t nearly out of throttle, I think it would have done 160. At that speed on a bike, you get tunnel vision, the road gets real narrow.
You have no problem maintaining your focus.
I had one of these up to 115mph on a winding two-lane blacktop road in England riding narrow bias-ply tires. That was living enough to last a long time.
130-ish on the Bahn north of Munich. I looked behind me and noticed a couple of cars coming over the rise a few miles behind mirror.
They both, a BMW and a big Benz, blew past me so fast the car rocked from the wind wave. At 130...
Been there, done that and sold the motorcycle afterwards. When you get to the point that you don't respect the speed and ride like a complete idiot like I was doing, it's time to stop riding. And that's what I did.
I've no idea how I made it through that phase of my life alive.