I don't know why but I must share, flame if you have to.
97% of the time I preach safety, atgatt (except for riding pants), always obey the speed limit, use your signals, following distance, etc. Well last night that all went to hell pretty quick (except for the gear part).
I was coming down a freeway on-ramp around 9pm and didn't see a soul, I felt like messing around and seeing how fast I could get to the speed limit of 55; anyway, a few 13,000RPM shifts later and I was doing 80 and didn't want to back down, the adrenaline had taken over and I was in for it if a cop would have seen me. At 105 (my bikes top speed AFAIK) I finally let off the throttle and got back down to speed and composed myself but damn is that addictive. All I could think of was that I want a bigger bike, more speed, more power. Someday. Anyway, I know now that I need to save my pennies and buy better gear and get my ass to a track quick, fast, and in a hurry. I need to feel that again, just in a different setting.