So i really fell for this little bike. She was only a 250 cc, but the redline was at 12,000, and once the rpms went above 8000, shit really went bananas. My route to Samoeng, as suggested by jim who rented me the bike, was one i shall never forget by a combination of pure beauty and sheer terror. The "road" he pointed out on my map was to be very scenic, but also very treacherous. I didn't know this until i was on it. It consisted of very steep, very ruddy, dirt inclines and declines. There were two moments coming down the mountain where i think i was praying, and i'm an athiest. the hill was incredibly steep, the ruts were so deep and soft that the rear tire kept sliding down into them, as this is a sportsbike with slick tires, not knobby-tired like a dirtbike. i would let the front wheel go where it wanted and basically slide the locked back wheel all over to keep her up. i didn't see the license plate until after we finished this "taxing" part of our ride, about 2 hours worth. Once i saw it, her name came to me. i call her...