First lets lay the background of this true story that I did NOT make up:
I went to Hooters with a group of about 10 guys last Friday. My best friend and motorcycle mechanic was telling everyone about my max as he always does because he is in love with the bike and uses it as a marketing point for his shop and everyone was wanting to see pictures etc.
I pulled up a few pics from a bike show my friend took it to on my behalf (and won rightfully so) and showed all the guys and they were impressed as normal with our beast of a machine.
(now begins the joke part)
One friend was there and asked what size engine it had (1200) and if it was stock (stage 7, full muscle exhaust system). After I told him he informed me he wished he still had his sport bike because he would like to race to show how bad his bike could beat mine. I responded along the line of "O Really? What bike did you have?" His response was "A CBR". Now I initially thought along the lines of a 1,000 RR and thought he had a valid point assuming he was talking about a 1/4 mile race. I followed up with "was it stock?" He said "complete stock".
At that point I just starting drinking my water, eating my wings, and talking guns with another buddy thinking no big deal but my best friend has an obsession with the speed and quickness of my max so he valid followed up with the question "Did you have a RR or what?" The response: "No, it's a CBR 600, that Vmax couldn't stand a chance against it." I almost spit out my water.
Had a similar experience once when I pulled in to Cumberland Farms for my 3rd daily iced coffee of the day, and when I came out, some young guy (early 20's thinking he was some kind of rock star the way he dressed) was admiring
Woona.
"How fast is it?" he asked.
Told him that I had gotten her up to about 120 or so a couple times.
He seemed to accept that. Then he proceeded to tell me about this "Yamaha 600 crotch rocket" he used to have. And how it was the fastest bike around and he had ridden it up over 190 (mph).
At that point, I just nodded my head and proceeded to get ready to hit the road.
Eeyup. my getting ready to take off did not stop him from continuing with his BS. "That was the most powerful bike ever made. That six cylinder was a BEAST!"
Ok, I nearly lost it right there. IT WAS A STRUGGLE, but if I had started laughing,
Woona would have probably ended up on her side with me under her unable to stop laughing.
Before I left, I had to grab a song. Took me 15 seconds to find it on my iPod and set it to play, before I left his dumb ***. (I kinda wanted to get out of there quick, just in case a case of the dumbs that serious was contagious!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5ZkdHImCuQ