Just had one of those "perfectly magical moments" of motorcycling where everything comes together and just flooooooows so perfectly. Love those times, so awesome, and so many of them on the R3R!
Short Story:
Coming off the main freeway here in Oahu, there is a very long, smooth, highly cambered sweeper that is "speed limit challenged", meaning its stupidly low, however bikers commonly play on it
So being used to how fast I can take on the 'Tona, I have been slowly uping the speed on the R3R looking for maximum fun. First time around it was about 65, no dragging, but definitely not far.
Today coming home, I get on the exit, and see a new '14 Stingray in the inside lane, DOH! Perfectly timed he signals he wants in the left lane, so we switch and I never have to touch the brakes. Entered at around 65 and rolled on, hitting the apex and the right peg at the same time, managed to gut check it and not roll off at all and drug the peg all the way through the rest of the turn, exiting around 75. As I exit onto the short 6 lane section, 2 sportbikes come from the other merging sweeper at about the same speed but two bike lengths ahead. I am in 3rd, hear them down shift to take off, so snap the R3R open!
Score 1 for R3R, zero for mid 2000 R6 and mid 2000 GSXR 600
Let off somewhere well north of the ton mark and babied it home.
TL/DR: Magical events stringing together to make a perfect turn even better, god I love them