oops, 222
oops, 222
In my old riding days in England in the 1960s, *running the ton* [100MPH] was the usual common goal. If that sounds pretty tame compared to some of the numbers so casually kicked around elsewhere in this post, note that such burnouts usually happened after the bike's operators were finished with a day's work and tired, in English weather, at night, and with traffic on London's North Circular Road that included lumbering goods lorries just ahead...and on bikes that were *daily drivers* with little more protective gear other than a leather jacket and *maybe* a *puddin' bowl* helmet of that time period.
Now the number has grown a bit, switched over to the metric way of doing things too. Instead of the magic *ton* the mark to shoot for is now *deuces*- 222 KPH.
Been there, done that. Didn't fall off, so I'm still around to talk about it.
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