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Then I had to back off again due to too much traffic. Feet tucked in, knees firm against the tank. elbows as close to the body as possible and eyes just above the double bubble screen.
Why is it such a great feeling to go fast?
The Prilla pulls like a lokomotive in 6th gear when you're cruising at a 130 - 140. When you wind the throttle open it kinda thinks for 0,2 seconds (you're sitting in the "flat" spot around 5000 rpms) and then there's this great growl and then she starts pulling.
I guess she doesn't pull like a later date 4 cylinder (or that 1098 for that matter...), but she pulls!!!
Why is it so fascinating to go at more than double the speed the road signs tell you (NO! not in 50 and 30 zones!!!)?
It's around 8 degrees, cloudy but dry - and it's just sooooo darn good!
When you stop and feel the tyres, they're not even luke warm. Yet still it feels like they really grip. Even through the bumpy and rippled stuff when the bike sways a bit the tyres still feel good. Bloody amazing. (However, I don't lean that bit extra that a nice summer day encourages you to...). Michelins.
I was a bit lucky again today. Coming down fairly fast through a curvy section a car blinks like hell at me. OK. He might not have liked my speed - but it could also be the coppers out trying to raise some money for the X-mas party. And coppers it is. I roll through at 68 and as I pass through,, with the lazer man smiling at me I just realise I didn't register the bike before I went out today. Not registered equals not insured equals NOT GOOD.
As soon as I've rounded the next corner I just friggin nail it, and after a few hundred metres as I look back in the mirror there's a flash of blue light. Now, most likely it's just a beam of xenon light that's reflected, but fekk me if I'm willing to find out.
Red light at the big intersection. Breath calmly. The lights turn fairly quickly and I'm off like a rabbit again.
I'm spooked all the way home. Such an ediot. Again...