Well, back in Colorado (I'm on the road again), I get a kick out of young police officers on "crotch rockets", probably confiscated from some druggie, tooling along at 75 in the 75. A lot of people go by them at 90/100 and are surprised as heck when that little dynamo lights up like a Christmas tree.
When I was young and foolish, I used to race flat track bikes. Even at my best, I don't think I would use something that light to go that fast on the highway.

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