Taking Plumb’s cue, I rolled out of the garage and onto pit lane, ever mindful of the reduced steering lock. Arriving at Turn 1, I squeezed the brake lever lightly and tipped into the corner. As I rolled the throttle open, I glanced down at the tachometer, which indicated just 7000 rpm, well below the nearly 16,000-rpm redline. Yet the engine responded without hesitation. I upshifted once, twice, three times. As the laps accumulated, I marveled at how remarkably easy the bike was to ride. I expected a narrow, peaky powerband, knife-edge handling and brakes that required a surgeon’s touch. Reality was just the opposite. “It’s easy to put the bike where you want it on the racetrack,” confirmed Zemke over lunch.