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09

A Lush Midnight Ride in the Deep South

A Lush Midnight Ride in the Deep South
06/19/09

A little after 10 in the evening I sparked the 131 Combat edition Hellcat initiating a blast straight down 59 from Northern Mississippi to the French Quarter.  It was 87.  I was wearing perf leather and our carbon fiber full-face helmet.

Gently I rowed through the gears, covering a couple of miles to reach my desired 3500 RPMs in top gear.  This machine was tuned to the 21 tooth counter-shaft sprocket, making 92 mph at 3500.  I held steady for 10 to 12 minutes.  As ever, the Generation 2 Hellcat felt taut, primal, like it was carved from solid granite, light, stable, linear; with never a harsh response.

Handlebar feel is street perfection.  Power at 3500 is “shred the tire cannon fire” at the wrist flick.  I drop to 3 grand (76 mph).  The sound of a small aircraft with the calmness of having decelerated from a greater pace put me in the optimal Hellcat rhythm.  Every aspect of the machine feels omnipotent, alive and happy.  I meld with that explosive, yet confident beautiful sense of ease and begin an ultimate motoring meditation I haven’t experienced for too long.

When you’re riding the greatest torque to weight ratio on the planet, you must blast beyond lethargic unassuming cageriders every few minutes to release pent up machine/man stress-inducing anxiety.  There exists uncontrolled relish and glee in this exercise.

At the end is the all important dismount.  My destination, at a few minutes past midnight, is an extraordinary and well-attended club.  As I pull up, amidst a bevy of youthful feminine beauty, there is always prevalent absolute reverence for the aesthetic design honesty of a Confederate motorcycle.  Because this respect is extended to the mount’s rider, the ending almost rivals the mid-journey overall sensations of therapeutic well-being.  I play disinterest, but as all latent middle-agers secretly know, absent some form of Trojan horse, the form of respect I’m referring to no longer exists.

For me, the value of the above referenced occasion based motoring experience is priceless.