About once a month I fire up my Hayabusa, and in a demon possessed state I ride it hard, cranking up up to ridiculous speed, without the common sense I should have at my age. At home I think " What the hell, am I f__king nuts. I could get arrested, lose my license, and my bike. I keep that bike in Long Island, and I see deer occasionally! How about some freak malfunction or what if I meet another idiot by accident-and goodbye. On the other hand I take out my Interceptor or Harley, both nearly at stock HP, perfectly satisfied to ride somewhat sanely (still hard to keep those bikes at legal speeds). I come home relaxed and refreshed, definitely enjoying the ride more than the sport-bike. Then I take out that "Devil machine" again, and just as with any other addictive substance, indulge. Like most riders, I do not have the self control, and can't help it when it comes to speed. Somebody talk some sense into me!
One day I rode my Hayabusa to get a haircut, and Alex the haircutter, and older Uzbekistani gentleman, glibly said "Isn't there an age limit for this?"