There is no feeling like finding the perfect body position, leaning the bike over… you have the perfect entry speed… and you find that perfect line. You and your bike are one and you cut the apex like a Neurosurgeon. The aches and pains from a long day at work are far behind you. You don’t feel your age anymore. You just feel the Speed and the Road, and the Revs of the Engine as you look through the turn at what’s out there. The tires are gripping, but at that hairy edge… but you roll on the throttle and bust out of the curve like a Patriot Missile, just almost kissing the outside of the lane. The perfect line.
There is no other feeling like it. None.
I had that Perfect Line tonight. My God it was amazing! My knee had been hurting bad. But then suddenly… I didn’t feel it anymore. Lost in the unadulterated thrill of murdering that apex and I could feel the front tire raise off the ground at the exit. It was like a beautiful High that I wish you guys could have felt. I wish you could have been there!