I'd had several bikes but, although I always wanted one, never a v max. A used v max showed up at the local bike shop, a beautiful '85 with about 20K on the clock. One look and I had to have it. I made a deal for it and was told to come back at 3:00, it would be plated and ready to go.
Man.....what a long day!! I showed up at 3:00 with my helmet under my arm and my knees trembling ever so slighty! Sure enough, there she was, just like promised! The guys came out, guess they all wanted to hear the v max. I'm thinking this is just great, I'm shaking at the knees, my stomach is doing flops cause of the reputation of these things, and here's 5 guys from the shop out to see me drop it, or stall it, or some other ass wipe thing that I just knew was going to happen!
Well, I got it headed east on US # 11 without a whole lot of embarassment, (too much throttle prior to letting the clutch out but that wasn't really TOO bad) and after a few miles the cold sweat in my arm pits began to dry and I was feeling pretty good.
Couple miles after that the good feeling started to turn a little cocky, I thought ****, this really isn't so scary, I can handle this thing...no problem! Let's see what this v boost ******** is all about! I went down a couple gears, going about 40 at the time, and screwed it up! Wow, this thing's got some pretty good power, I'm thinking as the tach quickly climbs to the high 5K's.
It was right around 6K when it happened! My arms were almost snapped off, the skin on my cheeks was stretched back to my ears and that ****** flat took off! Oh my GAWD!!
It took prolly 5 miles for the adrenline rush to subside...........and then, of course, I tried it AGAIN!!
That was several years ago and here I am, a hopeless v boost addict!!
But.....I'm not alone.....am I!!:biglaugh: