It was on the interstate, in a straight line except for a couple of lane changes. Went almost two miles. Felt secure, like the wheels were magnets and the road was steel. Even when I changed lanes and went over the lane dots, it seemed like they weren't there. I was in a nice little tuck, knees squeezing the tank and elbows touching my upper thigh, I felt like I could of done that for hours. When I got to my exit I rolled off the gas, raised my body up and slowed down to about 60 almost instantly.
It was about 7am on a Sunday.
One more note: I left the house at about 5am, the first time I've ridden in the dark since I installed the SilverStars, Wicked bright and very sharp!
It was about 7am on a Sunday.
One more note: I left the house at about 5am, the first time I've ridden in the dark since I installed the SilverStars, Wicked bright and very sharp!