Give RatBoy a chance to get used to his new ride. It'll actually go where its pointed, stop immediately, and go like a scalded-arsed-ape. As I said before, I'm envious. I want one, but not Instead of my Cobra. For me, there's a lot to be said for feeling every little stone and expansion joint, smelling of
oil and exhaust, feeling like I'm going fast, even though my car doesn't, and the open-no-top-no windows wind flailing at my beard and tugging at my hat.