my brother took me for a spin on his Honda CBR929RR today and gave me a taste of the barbaric rate of acceleration that motorcycles of such calibre are capable of.
i think i swore in several languages and, at one point, vowed to slay my brother as soon as i was free of the machine but it’s hard to say what exactly went through my mind as i was too preoccupied with not falling off the bike, trying to breathe, and keeping my internal organs internal. by the time i climbed off, my glasses felt like they were pressed flush against my face, my hair was bathed in chaos, and my arms felt like they were on fire.
it was disturbingly enjoyable.