I remember one day last year about taking my 6 for a spin after making some suspension adjustments. I turned on the first country road off main road where I live. I was off the bike at the time and two punks seen me, turned down the road and yelled "Wanna Race?" I paused for a second hopped on and sped an caught up behind them. At this time we are doing about 100 and this ain't no road to be speeding down. I was tempted to pass but who knows what these dumbasses would do. I backed off after a bit of chasing, because I know all these backroads and the first one we cross has a hell of a hill. I watched these guys bottomed out their car when they unexpectedly jumped it about 3 ft. in the air. LMAO.