I have never been a speed freak. I have never felt compelled to go fast. I have scoffed at all the talk of the "TON" (why would anyone even think about that). Hey, I am a respectable middle-aged guy who rides pretty much every day as a commuter, I am not some hot rod kid on a sport bike.
And yet...
Yesterday I was passing a truck on the super slab (first time since I got my America) Gave the throttle a twist and when I looked down and I was passing quickly through 85 and climbing...without straining...
And so now my head is filled with BAD thoughts like
"Where can I try this?", "Where is the nearest abandoned airstrip?", "What if my wife found out?"
Not saying I would do it... but still...
