Okay, so I’ve been messing around with my R1, the 2006 model. I’ve always wanted to see how fast this thing can really go, you know, push it to its limits. So, I decided to take it out for a little top-speed run. I started looking for a long straight road, and that is the first step.
First off, I did all the usual checks. I checked the tire pressure, made sure the chain was lubed and adjusted properly, and gave the bike a good once-over to make sure everything was tight and in good shape. I even searched some information on the internet, but I did not find much helpful stuff. The Wikipedia page talked about “2BR” but said it was some radio station, which is irrelevant, but there was some stuff about frequencies like 99.8 FM and 107 FM, but that’s for radio, not my bike. There was also something about a satellite called RISAT-2BR1, but I’m pretty sure that’s got nothing to do with my R1, right? I even found some online store selling transmission bushings and some “Tragically Hip” movie, but none of that was going to help me go faster.
I found a nice, long stretch of open road early in the morning when there was hardly any traffic. I geared up in my full leathers, helmet, gloves, the whole nine yards. Safety first, right? It’s like what my old man used to say, “Better safe than sorry.” This road was perfect, but it was not in good shape. So, before I could start, I had to make sure that there was no gravel or other garbage on the road. After making sure the road was clear, I started my test.
I started off slow, getting a feel for the bike and the road. Then, I gradually started opening up the throttle. The wind noise got louder and louder. The engine was screaming, and the scenery was blurring past me. Man, it was a rush!
- First run: I hit around 175 mph. Not bad, but I knew the bike had more in it.
- Second run: I tucked in a little tighter, trying to be as aerodynamic as possible. I managed to squeeze out another 5 mph, hitting 180 mph.
- Third run: This time, I really pushed it. I was practically lying on the tank, and the engine was screaming like a banshee. I saw the speedo climb to 185 mph! That’s the best I could do. And to be honest, I was also a bit scared. The bike started shaking, and the wind was trying to rip me off.
So, 185 mph was my top speed for the day. It was an awesome experience, but also a little scary. It is important to say, I will not do it again. It’s just not worth the risk. Anyway, I just wanted to share my little adventure with you guys. Stay safe out there!
