The CS v a KawaSuziYami sport bike...

While on my way to grab some Sunday morning coffee with the boys, I am scooting along heading for the freeway. When I glance in my rear view, make out a motorcycle ...and he's reeling me in pretty quickly. Now, if your not familiar with the rear view from a Challenge Stradale..... you look through a perspex window with 2 carbon fiber cross members. This always makes accurately assessing what's back there, a bit of a guess. It's not as bad as an F40, but still tough. Knowing how fast I was going, and how quickly he was gaining on me, made me wonder if it might have been one of our local gendarme, so I slowed. However, as he approached it was clear that it was some sort of Japanese sport bike.
I didn't pay much attention, until he pulled even with me and threw a wheelie. We are about 200 yards from a decreasing radius on ramp that you really have to finesse to get right. Let's see watcha got, kid!
I have to admit as said KawaSuziyama began to lift his front wheel, I kind of anticipated his next move, and blipped down 3 gears, to give me a fighting chance..... and if he's like most squids, that decreasing radius corner will have him crying for mommy if he over cooks it.
He drops the front wheel down and starts in ernest for the corner, but I'm right in the meat of the power band and on the gas! ..... he ain't going anywhere, and we've got a technical corner coming.
I place myself so that all I need to do is lift to set the chassis as I turn in for the apex, and roll onto the loud pedal. As anticipated, squid boy turned in a bit too soon, and with a Challenge Stradale firmly planted (albeit on a different line) on his rear wheel, he had to lift because he turned in too soon, otherwise he would have been heading for the weeds. Perhaps, he didn't think I stood a chance. Maybe, he should have been checking the road, rather than his mirrors that were full of Ferrari. Either way, I was threatening to gather him up, so I gave him a bit of room to get things straight.
He is on the outside of the corner, and I am once again in the power band and on it! He wasn't going anywhere, and we are now approaching speeds on a bike where as wind resistance builds, the size of one's attachments needs to build as well. This is usually where they are tucking and trying to not be too overwhelmed. He was tucked, and probably a bit overwhelmed.
He begins to fade on the near side of a ton and a half. Whereas I am just upshifting to 5th, and my downforce is coming into play........ I walk away, with him still trying and probably sweating. I don't lift until see that the double ton is drawing near. The KawaSuziyama was just a spec.
I drop back down to a reasonable pace, and here comes KawaSuziyama boy. I kind of thought that he was going to do the fly by. But instead, he pulled next to me, raised his visor and gave me a nod and a thumbs up. I returned the gesture. All this fun has ruined my perfectly timed commute to the coffee shop. Much to my buddy's surprise, I was waiting for them.... for a change!






