So I pick up the Kawi from the dealer today, it's been there for like a week because here in the south its been raining like hell. I had just pulled out into traffic and was trying to get a feel for the new D208s and this new ZX-7R pulls out right behind me. I guess it was someone in the service dept. I gave him a quick look(its hard not to notice that orangecolor) and proceed toward my house. Like 2 miniutes later I've already forgotten about this guy when he blows by me doing at least 120. I got down on it and caught up to him and then he gives me the "lets go" sign. F*ck it! We were already going like 100 and he got a small jump on me but I'm right on his tail, We come up to this long sweeping right-hander and I back off a little more than he does due to the tires with like 5 miles on them. So he pulls maybe 10 bike lengths on me halfway through the corner, but I squared it off to stay on the center of the tires, and as soon as I'm upright its hammer down again, and he still has his shit leaned over as I rocket past D&D screaming loud as ever. I didnt even breathe it until I was whippin 4 fast downshifts and chattering the rear turning into my neighborhood. I would have been ashamed if I were him. Cant outrun a 6R on new, cold tires with a rider who hasn't ridden in a week. And those service guys always talk down to me like they are the shit on 2 wheels or something. It felt good.