last year i was going to a meeting in studio city. i park the motorcycle, and start to take my helmet off when i see a guy in the distance yelling and waving his arms. i think...”that looks like william shatner”. he gets a little closer and i think “that IS william shatner”. takes another moment to wonder why captain kirk is yelling at me. i turn and see a van about to back over me and the bike.
the driver sees and stops an inch from disaster. i barely got to thank shatner before he got in his car and drove away.
You have to tune the bike, prefferable on a dyno, after modifying the exhaust. Most of the tards riding around with straight pipes have actualy lost a couple horse power.
My BMW is quiet to the point where you can stand a foot away, and not know that it’s running. She still manages to set off car alarms. Blame the idiot car owners for setting the things to hair trigger.