So Iam out riding around town sunday.68 degrees beautiful day,best time of year to ride,no bugs.The hardleys have come out of the woodwork and are every where.I'am going nuts trying to get next to them at stop lights,or just next to them anywhere.Run up next to this 60.000 dollar chopper, hard tail,he won't even acknolage me cause his rear tire Is off the ground at every bump in the road.I can understand why he didn't want to race,but why not the V rods,softail specials,fat boys,S&S customs and the like.Must have spent two hours looking for pray.Then I see two ****** rockets up ahead.Wizz past them just fast enough so they can see i'am not a harley.In my mirrors I can see them comming fast.Perfect,The light turns red.They nod and stare at spikes motor.I say something like,how big is your motor.I'ts a new 1000 cc Kawaski,the other is a suzk 600.The light turns green and it sounded like the drag strip in denver. This is on central ave in town. See why I say i'am an idiot.I'am watching my shift light and waiting for them to go by me.First gear,shift light, second gear,shift light third gear, let off no more road left. The Kawaski goes by on the rear wheel giving me the thumbs up and we all scatter waiting to hear sirens.If u use the torque of these monsters and keep the ****** rockets from getting to high RPM u can beat them every time.. Have fun Crazy Jack