I competed in my first official drag race on Friday night. Let me tell you, it was an awful lot of fun. There was only one incident all night, when someone looped their brand new (I think the paint was still wet) Viper into the wall. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
As for me, I mostly made a fool of myself. My first run was abysmal. Let me tell you, a quarter mile is quite a ways. I let off the throttle completely at the 1/8th marker that I thought was the finish line. I crossed the checkered flag while I was looking around for where I needed to turn around. I was actually going faster at the 1/8th than I was when I finished (12.9 seconds @ 91mph). Grocery getters were going faster than I was.
As the night went on, I had 6 more runs to get comfortable with the situation. What I found was that once I got up over 110 mph, I succumbed to fear. When I hit that threshold (just after 1/8th mile), I kept the throttle steady and just kept aiming for the exit. The bike has a lot more potential, which is good since I enjoy a challenge.
Let me tell you, the scariest part of a drag race is the post finish-line slowdown. On two of my runs, my back end felt like it was skating a bit. I never figured out whether or not I was closing the throttle too much too soon, or if I was locking up the rear brake. I don't have a whole lot of experience performing emergency braking at 120mph.
For those who like numbers, my best run of the night was an 11.565 with a finish speed of 119mph. Bear in mind that I've had this bike for exactly 3 weeks, and I've put 900 miles on it so far. Let the fun-making begin.
