At school, we have just finished doing our creative writing achievement standard. This beauty got me a merit, but I'm going to attempt to resubmit for excellence.
Focus. Alright, I tell myself. Clutch in, starter button, first gear, accelerate.
The low rumble of a 1300cc monster engine below me reminds me to take it easy for the first couple of laps.
The sound of the other bikes means nothing now. The faint smell of petrol tickles my senses, and suddenly I find myself approaching turn one. I drop it in quickly, as a green machine sweeps around the outside of me. The weight I find myself having to throw around serves as another reminder to take it easy.
Eyes up. 2nd gear, 3rd gear. 160 clicks. Now brake!
A sweeping right, left, right 's' is now behind me as I come a cross a tight right hander. This green machine is immediately in front of me and I have to swerve as suddenly, his rear slides out and he's hit the deck - hard.
I quietly hope I'm not going to end up like him.
With ease, I guide this 200kg beast through the infield, passing other riders with a twist of throttle and my young, full boosts of testosterone. I feel one with the bike now - man and machine, not man versus machine. The sweeper is a hard corner, and as I find myself roaring past other riders, I know I'm too fast.
In my head- sky, ground, sky, ground, crack. My ankle and arm - broken. Under my ripped leathers, My bones have pierced the skin. I start to feel dizzy as the pain sets in like quick-dry cement.
But I shift my weight and gently but thoroughly, I haul on the anchors and drop in right - hard and deep. I'm determined to show this thing who's in charge. My knee goes out and hits the ground - I feel like Rossi riding MotoGP.
"Eyes through, smooth throttle, upright...pin it" is what Chris said to me. I follow his advice and luckily, find myself heading down main straight. Wind rushes past and I have to tuck behind the screen as my speed increases. 120, 170, 200. I look up, pass more riders. Down again - 220, 240. I'm concentrating and calculating how much straight I have left - 300m. Speedo reads 260k's and my eyes begin to sting. Even blur.
I can feel the tunnel vision crawling...scratching at my eyes as a full second later, 270k's and 100m to go before three tight corners...
Front brake, rear brake, down shift, down shift - 2nd gear, 80k's. Drop left, flick right, and quickly back left again.
Pit straight.
There's one lap down, and about eight to go. I cross the start/finish line and prepare myself for another lap at Taupo on the fastest production bike in the world; Suzuki's GSXR1300 Hayabusa.
In one lap, I've dodged a fallen comrade, avoided a crash and broken my own personal speed record.
Thank you Chris, for the amazing experience.
Thank you Suzuki.
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