Now I know why my bro wanted a superbike so badly. Today was the first time i actually rode one. As a passenger, of course. My bro was on full gear; full-faced helmet, gloves, jacket and all. Me? slippers and t-shirt. =) I was curious of how it would feel like, and yeap I got first-hand experience. On the bike, your like the king of the roads. All the other bikes are just 'kap chais' and not a match for you. The green eyes stared. The spotlight was on you. There was glory and triumph in your seat. Speed is a joke then. Long journeys were halved. The wind was blowing like crazy and all I had to hold on to was.. my brother. -.- He's thin like 'papan' and i did not dare to put my weight on him. Hence, i had quite an uncomfortable ride trying to support my own weight when the wind was blowing away so madly it was pushing your whole body down. That anticipating feeling at the traffic light. Your machine waiting to roar. fuh~ damn cool.