But by now my priorities changed and to fullfill my dream, I would have to sell the Superduke.
I choose not to. I'm in a continuos state of extasy everytime I ride it. It's me... the bike is connected to a unknow part of my brain and it grew on my to the level of addiction.
Now i'm taking my SD to trackdays. It's almost umbearable for a unfit guy like me to ride it properly, the way it deserves. And I hate straights! Not because almost everyone gets me there but because there's no wind protection. But then cames the braking, the leaning, the knee down, and then the GRUNT! All mighty GRUNT! Photographers love it, they said they knew when I was aprouching. If only pictures had sound...
So in love with my SD...

The photo tells a big lie as my driving skills go way way down not making any justice to the photographer skill. But it just doesn't make any justice to the surge of adrenaline that ran on my veins either...