Sounds like the kind of guy we'd want to have just ahead of us on a really tight winding road... well, just ahead of us for a brief time...

Until we pass him and he runs off the road trying to keep up in the corners.

I speak from some experience. I had a friend run off the road behind me when I apparently wasn't going fast enough for him on the straights. He kept running up my tail on the straights, so I started wicking it up on the turns to pull a way a bit more. We hit a tough decreasing radius corner I realized was pretty bad after I got through it, looked in the rear view just in time to see him stand the bike hard on the front wheel then dropping it off the berm. I was on my KLX650 he was on a Superhawk. My friends started calling the KLX "the Hawk Killer".

I think guys like that, especially when they consider a Ninja 650R a supersport, are ego driven wanna bes. Guys who know, realize what works where and how. They know a dual sport can do a heck of a job holding corner speed, making them formidable rides. Just not triple digit fast.

 

If you mean wheelieing, it's just as much fun. We had a Vespa 200 at the dealership back in 83. It was a 3 speed manual two stroke. It could stand up straight in first gear quite easy. Worst thing about those scooters back then was they were a bit flexible in the chassis department. The new ones now are probably pretty good.

 

Most people who talk smack don't know how to ride anyway and would get destroyed by a good rider on a small bike.

 

Yes wheelieing haha

 

This thread is reminding me of a joke:


Race with a Harley

I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed
to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to
speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that
say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him
was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly
got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd
manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but
when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.

My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of
his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before
the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see
him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles
before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the
tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more
than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was
not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled
so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh
cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...

 

Lol !!!

 

I almost peed my pants..