I found anything over 25 to seem utterly suicidal, esp. when I contemplated the size of the contact patch, absence of anything remotely resembling a suspension! (such as might keep that itty-bitty 'patch' ~contacting the ground..)

This wheras: well over the ton on a variety of motorcycles, was by then utterly relaxing (though with alertness, if that doesn't sound inconsistent - it isn't).

Now 50ish down the Alps (seen some o' those too, but via tiny sports car. No bike of any type alas) -- would have to be equivalent to John Surtees on a Gilera 4 at the Isle of Man, heading for the sharp rt. turn at Kate's Cottage - at 140 mph.

Must be an entire sport populated by Evel Knievel clones --



Ashton Chicken