So many from last year's ride to L.A and Vegas, but the absolute best had to be about 60 miles East of Santa Margarita on State Hwy 58. We'd been having the most incredible twisties, when we rose up over a creat and the road straightened out. It was the middle of f***ing nowhere, so we twisted the throttles on our VFR's to the stops. In the distance I could see a few ripples, and remembered from my previous trip that there were three little hills in a sequence. So I attacked them at about 260km/h. They were perfectly spaced, so that I flew from the first one to the crest of the second, then the bike was at full compression at the bottom of the second one so when I came off the top of the third....I WAS FLYING!!! It seemed to last forever because I was shitting myself, but the sensation of being weightless on a bike was unexplainable. Because of the hill placement, the landing was smooth. I was going to go back and do it again, but something stopped me. Probably a good thing too. I could never repeat that. My buddy freaked at the first hill and slammed into the troughs hard.