Yesterday, on my way to work (over that same closed road in Mexico, mentioned by the guy in Florida) I'm coming up to the best part of the drive: about 20 miles of large radius curves, some very clean smooth sections, others a little on the bumpy side, single lane in each direction, almost no side roads. Some young guy in a late model black Corvette, sounding very clean and sweet flies by so as to get ahead of the various pickups, gardening trucks with weedeaters and rakes twisting in the wind, and other slow moving cagers while he still has two lanes to work with. This is not the very latest squarish Corvette body style, but the one before that, with the plastic lens covers. 'Course I understand his intention: passing in a cager ain't no piece o' cake like on a moto, so he catches my attention, and I start following to catch up with him.
We get to where it narrows to one lane each way, and he see me in his mirror, and starts speeding up to 100, 110, 120 to a speed over the winding section of the road, where even in my own excesses, I've never gone that fast. I stay with him. But after just a few turns, it's too much for my bike- the road isn't flat enough, and I'm getting real light going over some of the undulations of the road, which occur in turns as well as the straights. Besides that, I'm leanin' over just about to the max for that road, which I know like the back of my hand.
I keep it down to about 110 and he pulls away with his suspension doing a pretty good job of sucking up the undulations, from what I could tell. Didn't seem like he was out of control from where I sat, but I kept up with him from a little ways back. Seemed like he slowed down a little bit, so he must have been gettin' bumped around too..
Pretty soon we got to the best section of this road- 3 sweetly linked S turns where the road is good and flat, which I can do at about 110 without difficulty, and wouldn't you know it, he comes up on some slow moving traffic doin' about 80 or so. Damn, I hate that...!
So I fly by, give him the deuce and continue on through these, the best turns of the road, at 110 and continue on for a few miles, seeing nothing in my rearview.
Finally we get to civilization where I keep it down pretty close to the limit, and after a few miles of this he catches up at a stoplight. I give him a thumbs up, and continue on to work.
So I gotta admit, that particular Corvette on that day and road took that race...
It's how you ride it!
