I went for a moring ride. I got into a race with a nissan 300. The road along the river has turn and dips for washes. I hit one of these washes at 90 and came out flying. Both tires were off the ground. Only a few inches. But, still a strange feeling. Once we hit 130. He gave up. I look in my mirror and saw him flash his lights. The race was over. The 10 sure make me look good.