treynor
Enthusiast
This DLM Viper is really over the top
We had unseasonably warm weather this past weekend, so I took the roof off the Yellow Beast and went out for a leisurely Sunday cruise. Out on highway 280 the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bees were buzzing... wait, that's not a bee, that's a YZF-1000! Sure enough, a late-90s YZF1000 (predecessor to the R1) had pulled up alongside me and was revving his engine, apparently eager to collect another "cager" notch on his belt. Being a former rider myself, I recall that the YZFs trap in the low 130s in the 1/4, which meant that someone was in for a rude shock
At about 70 mph I dropped into 3rd gear and waved the YZF onward. He responded by tilting his helmet to indicate that *I* should go first. "Your funeral", I thought as I rolled into the throttle. I've learned better than to go WOT at such low speeds in the beast, but with warm tires it'll accept about 2/3 throttle without spinning, and that's what I gave it. The thrust was immediate and intense, the YZF's exhaust note drowned out by the bellow of my 488ci V10 at 10 lbs of boost. The bike immediately dropped back a carlength, then 2... 3... and slowed dramatically at about 110 as if its 'chute had been pulled. I let up a moment later rather than shift up to 4th, and we both coasted down to vaguely legal speeds. The bike pulled alongside again, the rider looking at me and shaking his tinted visor. I could almost hear the "what the F*CK" running through his head as he realized a car had just walked him like an errant dog Then, with a thumbs up and a wave, he gunned the bike and was off.
Later that day, I diced with an Aprilia 1000... but that's a story for a different time.
We had unseasonably warm weather this past weekend, so I took the roof off the Yellow Beast and went out for a leisurely Sunday cruise. Out on highway 280 the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bees were buzzing... wait, that's not a bee, that's a YZF-1000! Sure enough, a late-90s YZF1000 (predecessor to the R1) had pulled up alongside me and was revving his engine, apparently eager to collect another "cager" notch on his belt. Being a former rider myself, I recall that the YZFs trap in the low 130s in the 1/4, which meant that someone was in for a rude shock
At about 70 mph I dropped into 3rd gear and waved the YZF onward. He responded by tilting his helmet to indicate that *I* should go first. "Your funeral", I thought as I rolled into the throttle. I've learned better than to go WOT at such low speeds in the beast, but with warm tires it'll accept about 2/3 throttle without spinning, and that's what I gave it. The thrust was immediate and intense, the YZF's exhaust note drowned out by the bellow of my 488ci V10 at 10 lbs of boost. The bike immediately dropped back a carlength, then 2... 3... and slowed dramatically at about 110 as if its 'chute had been pulled. I let up a moment later rather than shift up to 4th, and we both coasted down to vaguely legal speeds. The bike pulled alongside again, the rider looking at me and shaking his tinted visor. I could almost hear the "what the F*CK" running through his head as he realized a car had just walked him like an errant dog Then, with a thumbs up and a wave, he gunned the bike and was off.
Later that day, I diced with an Aprilia 1000... but that's a story for a different time.
