Just passed the apex on the eagle, bring it up and smooth on the throttle... tuck in, look for RPs... got em', hard brakes and shift weight right (feeling good), looking right and turning in, squaring off and bring torso down, (at apex) gotta keep looking right and back on the throttle out of turn 15....SHIT! where it go (fuck! I lost it (-weightless-), BAM!)..don't fight it, let it happen..stay sliding, don't roll (as the dust and pebbles come pouring into my helmet).....(stopped) Where the fuck its my bike?? Oh shit man..how the hell did this happen...
That was the last few moments I can recall when losing my 636 at the track. Losing that motorcycle was like losing a friend. The 636 is an outstanding machine, up for of any track or street ride anytime. The 636 always performed, at 25 mph or 165 mph, it felt like a piece of you.
So many times, cars nearly killed me at 4-way stops and it's instant power at the throttle saved my ass. More often than I would like to remember, I destroyed my friends on weekend thrashes through the canyons and we hung out roadside waiting for them.
When I clutched it up in parking lots, the 636 just stepped up like it was made for it and came down into it's naturally aggressive stance patiently awaiting the next command.
For anyone, looking to buy a 636, I promise you will not be disappointed. That bike is a machine and loves to be ridden at high RPMs (like all ninjas). The bike performs and can be upgraded easily to any potential for multiple applications.
I recommend the 636 to anyone who is curious or is looking for a change of pace. I just wanted to reflect on how awesome it was to own one for the years that I did, before I felt it slip away from me at one of the best tracks on Earth, doing what I love. Rest in peace 636, you were my boy blue
(BTW..lost the bike because I got on the throttle too hard too early with too much air in my rear tire. I got a bit lazy in the afternoon and stopped checking it, then at 3pm the combo of fails happened on a trackday at Inde Motorsports Ranch, Willcox, AZ in the spring. The bike had nothing to do with it.)