so i'm cruising down the highway, i look down. the odometer rolls over 1,000 miles. i look up, no cars in sight on a beautiful michigan sunny afternoon at 60 degrees (WHICH IS WARM FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR!) i drop it to first from a 60 punch and just hammer it down! wheel floats up. clutch shifting into second i let it down smooth, hammer down again! high rpm in second, feeling light on the front wheel now! throwing my weight forward to keep it down! slam it into a cluthcless shift for third, wheel getting more stable but i ca tell its barely skimming the ground. hit MY 12,500 redline. yellow lights flashing. clearly go to jail speeds (or worse) but i don't care. it's exhlirating! i can't let of the the throttle! punch clutchless blip into 4th and just hauling ass! speedo indicates roughly 165-175. slide into into a nice warm clutchless 5th and just hammer it down again! i start coming into conciousness realizing that my speedo is no longer climbing.is something wrong? did i break it? NO! that's the 188-9 speedo limiter! the sound of the engine is roaring in my ear, wind wistling around me. staring at the rpms continuing to climb! starting to register the world around me. slap it into 6th as i remember the fact that i can't see anything. this is bad. brain logic takes over penis logic. i shut it down! i lay on the tank and say in my helmet "HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" as i come to a SLOW 70 miles per hour. i think to myself again "must not have seen my exit!" i'll live to see another day. but my 08 zx-10 is just phenominal! i hear it wakes up with age too! WOW!