I went on my first "real" group ride today. It was with nine people (including me) from sportbikes.net. I'd only been on two kinds of group rides before: cop chaperoned charity rides with 100% cruiserbikes, and small 3-4 bike group rides with my brother and a friend or two. I had always led the rides with my brother and friends.
I told everybody at today's ride that I'd always been the fastest on my own group rides, but that was a pretty slow group.
Half the riders had trackday experience. Ryan on the yellow gixxer 600 said he wasn't passed once at the last Jennings GP track day he'd been to.
Apparently, my definition of slow was in fact very fast.
The group I was with consisted of:
Two Yamaha R1s
One Suzuki GSXR1000
One Kawasaki ZX10R
Two Suzuki GSXR600s, both modified
One Yamaha R6
One Yamaha FZ6
Not one of the bikes was more than 3 years old.
...and then there was my Hawk
We set out westbound to hilly, windy country west of Orlando, then headed north through rural Lake County toward the Ocala national forest. I'd never seen these roads before. I had no idea such awesome roads existed.
We turned left onto a tree lined undulating road and then the six bikes in front of me just took off. I immediately gave chase, and was on the back end of Ryan's yellow gixxer 600 as we made our way through 60-70mph sweepers as I traced arcs from entry to apex then outward, pushing at what I'd call my personal 90% effort.
All of the roads would be faster than 60mph, as we rocketed across the hill country averaging more than 90mph through broad sweepers and esses in a mad dash north. We quickly left the FZ6 and R6, but I kept on the 600's tail and found him holding me up, though he was keeping with the faster group. I had a raven R1 on my tail, falling back on each curve, gaining on each straight.
We got to our first stop when the ZX10 got a flat (which he patched at the scene with a handy toolkit). The guy on the R1, who'd been riding for more than 30 years, walks up to me and says "man you were riding the HELL out of that thing! I was having a lot of fun just watching you from behind." That made me grin from ear to ear.
The guy on the yellow gixxer in front of me was less complimentary. "You really beat on that thing. Would you mind not riding so close behind me next time?"
I complied, taking off ahead of him and leaving him within the first turn as I chased three of the four literbikes and the lone 600 that stayed ahead of me, the pace moving ever higher as we moved north to near the forest.
We were sweeping through long bends at more than 100 screaming mph now, with my bike frequently topping 110mph and holding it there as I tucked down on the straights to try to catch up, or at least not lose ground.
The raven R1 took off ahead of me, and I found myself on his tail on every curve, knee out, as we tried to hold onto the other literbikes.
We passed a few scary looking potholes midcurve, and I stood the bike up over some dirt, but my eyes had been sweeping ahead, so no biggie (at least after I'd made it through cleanly).
We pressed northward for more than five hours as we chased each other through incredible switchbacks and then cruised (at very high speed) to the next set of curves, sometimes 20 minutes apart. These guys knew their roads well. I just wish I could remember them all.
It was a great experience overall, marred only slightly after I turned back with a few other riders, and after I'd split off by my own, half an hour from home, I pulled a wheelie just as a cop came the other way, and I had to take very fast evasive maneuvers to get away unscathed.
Overall, it was a great day, and nobody rode beyond their limits.
So yeah, if anybody tells you that a Hawk GT with stock suspension can't keep up with a modern sportbike, they's lyin.
I told everybody at today's ride that I'd always been the fastest on my own group rides, but that was a pretty slow group.
Half the riders had trackday experience. Ryan on the yellow gixxer 600 said he wasn't passed once at the last Jennings GP track day he'd been to.
Apparently, my definition of slow was in fact very fast.
The group I was with consisted of:
Two Yamaha R1s
One Suzuki GSXR1000
One Kawasaki ZX10R
Two Suzuki GSXR600s, both modified
One Yamaha R6
One Yamaha FZ6
Not one of the bikes was more than 3 years old.
...and then there was my Hawk
We set out westbound to hilly, windy country west of Orlando, then headed north through rural Lake County toward the Ocala national forest. I'd never seen these roads before. I had no idea such awesome roads existed.
We turned left onto a tree lined undulating road and then the six bikes in front of me just took off. I immediately gave chase, and was on the back end of Ryan's yellow gixxer 600 as we made our way through 60-70mph sweepers as I traced arcs from entry to apex then outward, pushing at what I'd call my personal 90% effort.
All of the roads would be faster than 60mph, as we rocketed across the hill country averaging more than 90mph through broad sweepers and esses in a mad dash north. We quickly left the FZ6 and R6, but I kept on the 600's tail and found him holding me up, though he was keeping with the faster group. I had a raven R1 on my tail, falling back on each curve, gaining on each straight.
We got to our first stop when the ZX10 got a flat (which he patched at the scene with a handy toolkit). The guy on the R1, who'd been riding for more than 30 years, walks up to me and says "man you were riding the HELL out of that thing! I was having a lot of fun just watching you from behind." That made me grin from ear to ear.
The guy on the yellow gixxer in front of me was less complimentary. "You really beat on that thing. Would you mind not riding so close behind me next time?"
I complied, taking off ahead of him and leaving him within the first turn as I chased three of the four literbikes and the lone 600 that stayed ahead of me, the pace moving ever higher as we moved north to near the forest.
We were sweeping through long bends at more than 100 screaming mph now, with my bike frequently topping 110mph and holding it there as I tucked down on the straights to try to catch up, or at least not lose ground.
The raven R1 took off ahead of me, and I found myself on his tail on every curve, knee out, as we tried to hold onto the other literbikes.
We passed a few scary looking potholes midcurve, and I stood the bike up over some dirt, but my eyes had been sweeping ahead, so no biggie (at least after I'd made it through cleanly).
We pressed northward for more than five hours as we chased each other through incredible switchbacks and then cruised (at very high speed) to the next set of curves, sometimes 20 minutes apart. These guys knew their roads well. I just wish I could remember them all.
It was a great experience overall, marred only slightly after I turned back with a few other riders, and after I'd split off by my own, half an hour from home, I pulled a wheelie just as a cop came the other way, and I had to take very fast evasive maneuvers to get away unscathed.
Overall, it was a great day, and nobody rode beyond their limits.
So yeah, if anybody tells you that a Hawk GT with stock suspension can't keep up with a modern sportbike, they's lyin.
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