I chose the old Seward Highway south of Anchorage because there was a stretch about 5 miles long that was straight and flat. It was getting dusk as I was heading out, I wore tight fitting clothes to help keep the turbulance down. When I got to the area where I wanted to start from there was a truck weigh station and one lone police car sitting there. Now it was getting dark, it was late, the sun really doesn't set that time of year up there, but it was dark enough. The police car finally left and slowly headed back towards Anchorage and I saw his taillights dissapear in the distance, and with no headlights coming I knew I had the road all to myself, no hurry. I took the bike on the road and stopped. I didn't pop the clutch just redlined through the gears wide open throttle. The bike was very fast and it was in no time I had it to where it would not go any faster, I was lying down on the tank holding on for just a little more, it seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about 20 seconds or so. I realized the bike felt extremely light at that speed, which was an indicated 140. I backed off the throttle and slowed down to about 80 where I sat up. After going that fast, now at 80mph it seemed so slow as if I could get off the bike and push it faster. That was the fastest I've ever been on a bike. Now of course I know I wasn't going 140, the speedometer error on these bikes was way on the optimistic side. I probably was going in the neighborhood of 130-135.
I now have two bikes that might match it, perhaps someday I'll do it again. But I don't think I'll do it at dusk.

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