Went to a local area to ride around the TX/OK border, and fortunately the Red River that separates the 2 states is slowly drying up. Which left a large sand bar area to play in. So a teenager waves me down and wants to run. So we line up and take off.
He get's dragged hard. He wants to go again, same results. And for the third time, wants to go one more. This time, I get my shifting down perfect, and he get's smoked like a peace pipe.
He catches up and I ask if that's a 350? He says no it's a 450. So I think WTF?
He weighed maybe 150pds, running paddles. I'm 240 with the Big 3 on my 700R.
I know 450's are fast, but either his bike was running like complete shit or he was bs me that it was a 450. Either way, I enjoyed it. :grin_nod: