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My mate Rocket had just come back from Germany with a brand spanking ZZR600 and we had been out playing around the countryside (Shropshire has some top roads).
When we were on the carpark back at camp, I asked for a razz on it - and he gave me the keys.
I took it out of camp and turned off the main road to a smaller road towards the next village - cos I knew the road well, and there's a nice big long straight on it.
Ya, well, I was hooping down this little road at about 120/130, round the little kink and whack the throttle full back.
140, 150, and then the little drop in the road - well, it was a little drop at 110 on my 250 at the time - but on the ZZR I was doing just over 155 on the clock and it turned into a BIG drop in the road.
Tank-slapper time (if you don't know what this is...it's when the handlebars go from full left to full right instantly - ask a couple of guys with sportsbikes) I had to let go of the bars and start slowing down for the right hander at the end of the straight - which I knew I could get around at about 70 if i was prepared for it. But i wasn't.
I was doing over 150 with no hands on the bars with the bars bouncing around so fast i couldn't grab them.
Pulse the back brake - bars stop flapping - grab front brake - down to 85 - pray there is nothing coming around the bend as i have to use the wrong side of the road to get through the bend.
I couldn't stop laughing hysterically for over half an hour - i had completely freaked myself!
Shit - i got loads of tales like this.
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