It was 1991, around October 1st. I had been riding my new ZX11 all summer. It was one of the very first production ZX11 bikes built in Nebraska. The heads had been hand ported at the factory. She had been modified by Dublin Kawasaki, and was probably as fast as my current ZX14, maybe faster.
That morning, I got out onto CA 280 up around Palo Alto, heading south, to take the exit down in San Jose that lead up into the mountains. Fresh Sunday morning air, sun just beginning to warm it. It was going to be a great morning hanging out at Alice's Restaurant up on the ridge road where everyone congregated.
I no sooner merged onto 280 than a brand new Ferrari F40 pulled up beside of me. I was doing about 70mph. I gave him the thumbs up, it was one of the newly released to America roadsters, and I heard it before I saw it.
He pointed down the road, and then pointed at me. I nodded. We both rolled on full throttle. I came up to top gear and walked away from him slowly. About the time the speedo needle was bouncing around the 200 mark, the F40 pulled up abreast of me and then edged ahead. He probably had 10-15 mph more in his top end, at least.
We both had to slow to 50 for 4 lanes of Church traffic stacked up a mile away as we flew over a rise in the highway and looked downhill to see a parking lot developing on the 280 as cars tried to all get over to the exits to go to the big churches in the middle of San Jose.
That Ferrari beat me on braking too. He fell off behind me rapidly, and had no problem reining that beast in. I however barely got slowed down enough to lane split having come into the traffic from behind doing well over 80 while it was moving at about 40mph.
Only car that ever ran with me and outbraked me. Of course, he paid a quarter million US$ for it too.
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