Indeed.. it's the swervery which produces transcendent states of the timeless kind, brings out all the nuances of that inner ear sensor and other poetic things. It's ballet, pure and simple; the other is just Apache dance thuggery ;-)

Dragstrip stuff is just F=MA - and after Col. Stapp's little 500ish mph-to-0 stop on that rocket sled: It's Been Done.

As I mentioned here long ago.. having been briefly *lent* a pukka amateur racer's Norton ride, to try Ramsey Hairpin and environs on the {bawll} Isle Of Man (the day prior to the TT) ... that's as close as I've been to being ON a real course.

(No wait-- there was a demo ride with some cohorts, eons ago (before Muricans had the foggiest WTF a 'TT' might be) -- and the prize was: to take one Diana Dors around for a 'victory' lap; alas.. a "cohort" cheated! I was 2nd and missed becoming ever-so-briefly, a Dors sandwich. Oh well.)



Trust you will.. leave the 2-wheel drifts to the folks who got their first bike at age 2 and never learned what Fear is. I don't think one can undo that, once learned.


Cheers