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The tree goes green and power is unleashed. Clutches bite and engine torque turns 10-inch-wide slicks. The bikes hunker as tire sidewalls are twisted into wrinkles. Roughly 2,000 pounds of force at the tire footprint launches each bike. This is a beautiful moment of balanced forces—front wheels lift and wheelie bars may touch lightly, but so perfectly does this all happen that nothing upsets the force being generated between rubber and pavement. The bikes cover the all-important first 60 feet in barely over one second. You can’t fall 60 feet that fast on this planet.
Later I looked at tires—they are neither shredded nor melted. I saw a velvety uniformity on their surfaces, with only subtle diagonal traces of the graining seen in other motorcycle pavement sports.
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