Sunday I was out and about on the Special wasting some time and just having a good time all around.
So, I came to an odd shaped T intersection in which a right turn ends up being more than 90 degrees. After stopping, I rolled into the corner, and when I thought it was ok, I rolled on the power. Thats when some odd stuff happened. I hit it hard enough to lift the front wheel a bit, and about the time it was settling down, the rear broke loose. This left me with a bit of a precarious riding position usually seen on flat track dirt racers. The bars were cranked left and the rear was swinging left as well.
Now, most people would think this to be an awesome display of riding ability, had my cheeks not taken chunks of foam loose from the seat, as I got ready to depart the bike.
I instinctively got out of the power and the XS ever so gently straightend up, and away I went. I had been messing with a M50 Boulevard rider earlier on, and hadn't noticed he was following still, until I came to the next stop and pulled up beside me. He had a "what the sam hell did you do that for?" look on his face. My butt was just then starting to relax, and I was trying to shake it off.
I really didnt know what to say. He finally said "That thing come with brass balls from the factory?"
I chuckled and said "Big ones."
So, I came to an odd shaped T intersection in which a right turn ends up being more than 90 degrees. After stopping, I rolled into the corner, and when I thought it was ok, I rolled on the power. Thats when some odd stuff happened. I hit it hard enough to lift the front wheel a bit, and about the time it was settling down, the rear broke loose. This left me with a bit of a precarious riding position usually seen on flat track dirt racers. The bars were cranked left and the rear was swinging left as well.
Now, most people would think this to be an awesome display of riding ability, had my cheeks not taken chunks of foam loose from the seat, as I got ready to depart the bike.
I instinctively got out of the power and the XS ever so gently straightend up, and away I went. I had been messing with a M50 Boulevard rider earlier on, and hadn't noticed he was following still, until I came to the next stop and pulled up beside me. He had a "what the sam hell did you do that for?" look on his face. My butt was just then starting to relax, and I was trying to shake it off.
I really didnt know what to say. He finally said "That thing come with brass balls from the factory?"
I chuckled and said "Big ones."
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