Starts out innocent. You walk past one. You look. You see Colin Edwards punting one into a corner, hot on teh tail of Bayliss, slightly sideways. They sound nice, meaty. None of this potato potato potato crap. A deep ball tearing rumble that literally barks at you as the FI overloads the cylinders. 1000cc of race homologaton special, not for the faint hearted. What?? A girl owns it? She'd like to do the dirty bike swap and try my baby Duc. Yer on girl, here's the keys. Now I've ridden a modified VTR, very nice, comfy, without being overly racey. They do sound the goods though. Threw the leg over the SP2. fcuk it's tall, or I'm short. fcuk that mouse pad they call a seat is hard. This ain't a tourer. Hmm, a few weeks on this and I'm sure the spine will be subtle enough that I can lick my own privates. Push the button and it sets off car alarms. Can it be louder? Snick that japanese perfect shift into 1st. Let the japanese perfect clutch out a bit. Yup, this baby needs a few revs. Get the precious moving and think hmmm, this feels good. Ok, out on the road, check the mirrors, yep, there's my baby following. Ok, concentrate on this very very nice race bike. Bloody thing hates under 2000 rpm, bloody thing loves 3000 to 4000. Bloody thing OH fcuk 150 kph come up real fast in 3rd. Honest, I was just overtaking. Mate at work looks at bikes and cars and stuff. Always asks "does it do 300 kph?" Well Al, this one looks like it, and it probably does. Into a corner and it tips in nice for a tall bike, well balanced, I seem to be sitting over the front wheel, that baby ain't gonna let go. This is doing it all too nice, typical Honda. But in this case they did manage to get some soul into a bike. I spent an hour on some of tassie's best roads hugging this black and red beast firmly between my knees. I'd own one, yes. I'd borrow it again, yes.