When aimed in the right direction at high speed, though, it has unnatural capabilities. This I unwittingly discovered as I made my approach to a sharp turn across some railroad tracks, saw that I was going way too fast and that my only chance was to veer right and screw it on totally, in a desperate attempt to leapfrog the curve by going airborne.
It was a bold and reckless move, but it was necessary. And it worked: I felt like Evel Knievel as I soared across the tracks with the rain in my eyes and my jaws clamped together in fear. I tried to spit down on the tracks as I passed them, but my mouth was too dry... I landed hard on the edge of the road and lost my grip for a moment as the Ducati began fishtailing crazily into oncoming traffic. For two or three seconds I came face to face with the Sausage Creature...
One of my favorite quotes by Hunter. The Red Sausage Creature is not the red cycle but the blood and guts of pilot and of course animal splatter in my case too.
A Commando can do sideways leaps too but alas tears out shock absorber rubbers.
Once fast enough to leave fear behind, there's a whole 'nother world of trance states to fly through. I like in best on a magic flying carpet myself.