And yes...I was absolutely shitting myself. Not because I was on a close mate's ZX10R[1], not because I was going round Gerards at Mallory, not because I was doing about 95mph at the time...but because I was out there on slicks. I had gone in harder than normal once I'd got used to it, only to find the track was damp on the far side and rain spots on my visor. I just held it there through the corner and pulled in asap. It cleared up so I went back out to play. How fucking awesome are those ZX10Rs? You think you're going some, and then it goes some more. You go to turn in, and the bike is there all turned in and on its side waiting for you to dial the throttle in a bit. It's like motorcycling on a different level to anything I've ever known. [1] Danny's race bike.