BuzZz wrote:Dude, I like you. Really, I do. So don't take this wrong way....
I'll hold you're purse while you hitch up you're skirt and take a knee here.....
O.K., ready?
Looking at your tire...... time to grow a pair, Dude.
You're a man, start thinking like one. Stop thinking with the head on your neck and start thinking with the right head. You got
miles of tire left to lean on, you ain't even in the same zip code as 'close' to any limit yet.
You know what I do for fun? About 2-3 am, I head out and blitz a portion of a local ring road. The thing about this road isn't the road, but the F'ed up way the retardified planners around here tied it into existing roads. As a traffic artery, it sucks balls, but it makes a nice impromptu track.
There is a mess of convoluted cloverleaves and ramps leading off and onto this freeway and at that time of night, everything is empty. I spend an hour blowing through highspeed curves and sharp turns riding off and then back on and around and through and over every dam approach and on/off ramp I like. The best part is, if I see a set of headlights, it probably is a cop, so I got lots of time to either slow up to legal or fluck off entirely.
You should try it sometime. I know you live in what I consider to be a densely over-populated nightmare, but if you can find a patch of empty freeway with some nice on/off ramps, go out and play.
I crank it over as far as I like, as fast as I like, with no danger of traffic or common sense getting in my way..... and I still have lots of safety room on my tires. Not the Great Wall Of China-strips you got, but plenty of buffer zone to pull my azz back if I get carried away.
Put down the calculator and RIDE dammit.
Here, take you're purse back. At least it ain't pink.....