I grew up on edge of Miami Fla everglades on last paved road, long and straight, listening at night to all the various sounds of bike accelerating then decelerating for a bridge to get good impression of they all sounded on and off throttle, 2 smokes most common, then a police like loopping HD's, but the Triumphs and BSA were the Cat's Meow in best sound and best performance that I imprinted on as a pre-teen. Then my brother got a Honda 350 twin that was dang fast until riding with the Brit twins always got left behind. I got to ride it a bit - after some brother bargaining antics but couldn't afford one as was still a student heading for college. Did a year in school away from home envying the cyclistist but most Especially ".'BuD Man's" Rigtheous Molded springered no front brake HD King/Queen seated chopper, as felt like King of the Road roaring and pulling hard so Honda felt like plastic toy to me. 1972 - Got wind of a used cycle for sale cheap by a 18 yr old with a new H2 triple smoker. Went to look, but got confused double taking head-vision shaking seeing two cycles leaned on a wall one huge heavy towering English 10 speed bicycle and this wimpy naked little lawn mover like 50 cc thing that said Norton on the tank, hmm. Wanted $500 but I only had 350 and told it didn't run, so I left but was tingling at all the art work safety wire rows like seen on aircraft not one on one wired like seen on ordinary race bikes. I got it started but only ran on one jug like a big thumper on open header. In penny loafers and polyester clothes exposed vasaline hair slick with slide rule holster I timidy tried it in tight old suburban roads - thinking dang not too bad on one lung but nowhere to give it time to get over 40 mph.
Disappointed how rough it ran and not knowning nothing about cycle's my heart sank and crossed it off mind and headed back thumping like broken kettle drum.
Idled past an T intersection to see it was ~10th mile straight, so turned around and aimed it down hill toward dead end of house row, decided to see how fast it'd go so slowly opened throttle for a big grin hard pull enough it scared me by 3/4 throttle and said to self WHOA Uncle shut off while still can.... Then my life changed forever...
2nd jug hit, BLATT! bike went vertical so hard it pulled my feet off rear sets and slammed butt in fiberglass seat shell so hard it flipped it up in my face so I was literally hanging off bars blind like a flag in the wind, which of course caused throttle to hit WIDE OPEN Amals and unbelievable faster ACCELeration!!!!!! Terrified let go of throttle - front came down - got feet on pegs - push seat out of face - !!!!!!!!!! ZOOMING in Houses just yards ahead way over hiway speed - Freaked to childhood bicycle games of sanded side walk 90' turns, locked both brakes got totally sideways on both tires and frame rail to slide into the road curb and bounced to vertical with my heart beating faster than the two kettle drums at smooth sedate 600 rpm.
Terror+Love combined, like kidnap dependent victim with their captor.
I couldn't get it out of mind, took Siva Mind Control course that teaches how to use alpha and theta states to influence other minds. Had an aware dream scenario of me bargaining with this kid over a mini bike lawnmower toy, back and froth till finally he gave in and I awoke tingling just as about to ride the mini bike. I was in drug experimental daze too and had been given a small foil package with Cocaine in it to try. I got wild hair to call the seller again to find him sick as a dog with flu and asking if I had something for relief, hmm. Asked him if Coke would do it, he said yes, so for a toot of Cocaine + $350, the deal went down on a '68 Ranger 2 yr National dragbike champion with best time reported to be 10.49 sec 1/4 mile on 4" flat slick. Only thing my Ms Peel Combat had over that P!!killer thriller was smoothness and cornering but paled timid power even though angry ridden '04-'05 600's couldn't keep up with Peel no matter the conditions. I tired other bikes over 3 decades but none did anything for me so took up water sports instead...
Almost killed here as driver not paying attention to how close he was to river shore before turning to snap my whip, rope should be tight and arms stretched full out and farther over angle at apex but had to pull in arms to cut short enough not to hit the huge tree fall at ~70 mph - look at small avatar an note the shadow outline of tree as water curtain just contacting it. Yeah man couple dozen yds travel before water spray even splashed off the log. Only Ms Peel has pulled my wrists that hard out of apexes since. Front of skis or motorcycles don't steer nothing when the going gets tough.