At this point I was merely along for the ride. The needle swept past 140 mph and I found myself unsure of what to do other than hold on and do my best to not death grip the handlebars. God decided he wasn’t taking me that day. So I stayed in it. I wanted to hit 150 mph. We were on the “QE” coming out of Saint Catherines. Brian and Jeff were way ahead of me; I can only imagine the speeds they hit. It wasn’t the bike that had me nervous; she was rock solid. If not for t