Most I ever got scared was on a GSXR 750. Closest I ever came to wrecking, and it's the bike that got me off the crotch rockets altogether.
One time on my magna I was racing a ninja, we hit just over 120mph and my front end started to lift up. I couldn't get low enough, when I started to slow down it did a death wobble. To this day I don't know how I kept that bike up. Sometimes the lord loves an idiot
The stripes of a tiger don't wash away.
Be a man of steel not clay
JYD #102
