The idle note is deep with a rumble you feel through the floor..., she settles to the low idle and the rumble hits ur chest...
Nothing I can say. No video. Nothing is gonna get this across. The sound under load. The baritone. No sportbike has ever sounded like this. Every number in the ignition map can be heard as you roll that wrist, the deepening bell curve of torque as you smash WOT...
The note flattens... Like a C-6 427 at 6800... That ball peen hammer rabid dog nascar frenetic crackle.....
You can then cruise in sixth and she rumbles along with a mellow drone. Kinda comforting. Any twitch of the wrist bringing a seriousness. All of it a note so freakin sweet I want to hear no other. If I could see it, it would be a blazing furnace white hot, if I could taste it, it would be a scorched ghost pepper, but when you hear it... When you feel it connected to your right wrist... When she barks and crackles on overrev, the state of tune is obvious, it is the sweetest damn music I have ever heard. The low end pulls from 3000 HARD, the midrange has no beginning, the midrange is just ALWAYS. The midrange pulls and lunges and rips and makes you want to back off..., then translates to a top end. A 9500-11500 top end that is flawless. The finest 2000rpm I have ever ridden. The combination of it all, the sound, the fury, the note, the violent acceleration, the front end always lifting, the damn sound... That sound made me a slave today. I had stuff I should have done. I had a meeting I could have should have had. And to those concerned my apologies. But that sound... I couldn't stop. I had lunch with my family by the water. I had a halibut sandwich. Was gonna hit beach drive real quick and head home. Get to it...
But I couldn't stop. I could not make myself stop hearing it. The sound of a fully tuned 12.3:1, hand ported and polished head, 1441cc, fire breathing monster was enough. All I could do was ride. I rode and I rode and I ripped that girl up and down the range till my head rung. That sound... It is like ripping a big sheet of dark silk in half, along with the mad frenetic careening of a ball peen on anvil...
Priscilla the velvet hammer.
* Last updated by: Cblast on 6/8/2014 @ 11:45 PM *
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