I was on the freeway yesterday riding home from Squamish, when I got into the HOV lane. I could see a couple hogs up ahead, holding the traffic up to about 100. I moved into the "fast" lane and worked my way up until I was just beside 'em.
It was easy to see why they were going so slow. They had their little dunce caps on, spread out like apes to reach the bars. Any faster and they'd probably fall off. And they probably enjoyed holding everyone up.
Finally there was an opening, and I moved back in the HOV lane where, much to my joy, there was nothing in front but glorious, empty space. Time to show these guys some pipe.
Fourth gear roll on from 100km/h, full stop. Squeeze the tank, and hold on. Hit the metric double ton in no time. Hogs are now tiny specs in the mirrors, but the traffic ahead is getting big real fast. Ease off the throttle, a little front brake, and back to sanity.
And that, my friends, is why we ride sportbikes. You don't always need to ride like an ass to have fun, but it sure is nice to know it's there when you want it!