With a 1200m straight, we achieved over 160 mph. Incredibly, the bike can lose that in less that 200 metres, yet it was suggested to me that I was braking conservatively. At last, I had my knee down in their school for the purpose: it turns out I have been “a fag paper” from it very often.
I took a passenger ride on a Formula 1 sidecar outfit. It was exceptionally hard work holding on. I couldn’t keep with it in the bends on the K, but I could on the straights. The bike sucked up more or less everything there.