This morning I was at the dragstrip, and by "dragstrip" I mean the desolate stretch of road on the way to work. A guy on a very customized Vrod is waiting at the light. I cordially return the "good morning." and wait for the green. Neither of us blip the throttle. I never do. We take off from the light with no other vehicles in sight and no crossroads ahead. I see out of the corner of my eye, this guy is in full tuck and slamming through the gears. Are we racing? I was so uncertain. I was only in third. Still uncertain we were racing I notice we are going 95. Damn I wish I knew whether or not we were racing. Oh well at 100 he is still in full tuck so i hammered it. You all know what happens then.
When he finally pulled up next to me at the next light, he says "Man, that thing has a second wind."
I will say it was very fast for a Harley.