I took wednesday off work and Hu99 and I headed out down the #1 highway to hope were we stopped for some gas, then it was time to kick it up a notch as we headed through the long smooth sweepers towards the fraser canyon. Then we got gas in lytton where we stole an idea from one of the shop keeps. Its so hot out there that while they are not pumping gas on the full serve they put their gloves in the outdoor icebox. On a day like this that was like heaven on the hands but the cool effects soon wore off and we were sweating like usual, at least I was. Off to lillooet reaching 260 km/h in the straights and I see hu99 pass me at a pretty good pace winding out that 9R of his. But that high speed was soon to come to an end as there was major gravel in this stretch to Lillooet like gymguy said in a previous thread. From Lillooet to pemberton we switched bikes and i unleashed the furry of the 9R in all its glory, well sort of .
Took it rather easy as it was heavier than my bike and I was not ready to dump a friends bike in a ditch. First time on a liter class bike and I was intimidated before I got on but really it was not that bad. It obviously pulled harder then my 6R but i think the 750gixxer actually pulls harder. But I did notice that it had low end torque and power where mine was not yet at its power band. After we got to pemberton we gassed up again and switched back, and I think we were both happy to have our baby's back. Nothing to extreme at this point really then we hit whistler and had some lunch in a bar where we both agreed that the music just plain sucked. Good meal and all but that music was driving me nuts, love songs and old just plain crap songs that I have never heard before that my dad would probably enjoy, that just goes to show you how much it sucked, did I mention it sucked, ok ok. After that my favorite part of the day came up. we were heading along the sea to sky past squamish when we were soon joined by dun dun du da, a silver/blue Hayabusa. Traffic was a lot heavier here and Lloyd (Hu99) managed to get by some and I did not have a safe opertunity to pass so I just hung back with the busa right on my tail. We get to a straight away and the busa decides to enter light speed I was gunning it and this thing passed me like I was going the other way. I caught up to him as he slowed down after the straight and then comes the fun part, the twisties I hit this one long right hand sweeper and the busa is right behind me and then comes a nice switch back were I crank it over then back the other way hard putting me perfectly in line for my favorite left hander for the whole trip. I hang my weight off the side of the bike and the knee goes out as I lay the bike right over holding a pace of about 180 through the apex of the corner passing Lloyd (double lane), then crank the throttle wide open and blast out the exit with the front end feeling vary light. Busa gets wupped bad by a 600 with less than half the engine capacity. He was way back there. Lloyd went passed me then and stopped further ahead and was waving me down as I grabbed a handful of brake and came to a quick stop from 180km/h to 0 in about 120 feet. It took the busa about 8 minutes to catch up to us from that point That just made the day that much better. Then it was on the road again and back to good old white rock where we headed back to our humble homes for a lot of beers and a cold shower, THE END