Had one of those days today and when i came home i geared up and jumped straight on the Hawk. My only intent was abusing the backroads and not letting any cager get in my way. Perfect day too. Mid-november and about 60 degrees. Im leaning extremely far in the corners and cracking the throttle to the stop on exits. I came around a slight left into a downhill section. I was in a lower gear and ripped the front wheel up exiting the corner down the hill, leaning a bit and wheel turned. It was like a damn movie scene(in my head anyway) and i let up just enough to bring the wheel down and hammered it into about a mile long straight of newer paved road. Wide,fresh,clean and not a car anywhere. Im blasting along pushing 145-150 and to the left in a driveway i see a sheriff sitting all alone amidst some trees. In that fleeting moment i see him lock on and look back down at whatever he was doing. He didnt even bother to worry about me. I in turn kept it hammered as it was too late to do what cagers do and slam the brakes in a panic. He had me if he wanted and he didnt care. Then off to the gas staition to fill my little old tank back up. Took the scenic route home and kept it cool as i figured i got my free pass for the day and it was time to relax. Just thought id share a little bit fellas.