You know what a fuse does, right? It sets off an explosion, and this bike’s fuse is the tach sneaking over 5,500 rpm. You feel that fuse burning, and 1,000 rpm later the fire is brighter as the reeds, ports, and exhaust begin to work. The bike is now responding to the throttle, the shocks are squatting, and the rear dirt track knobby spreads out under the pressure. What began slowly as a tingling build is about to completely capture your mind and terrify your soul in certain environments. All of heaven is breaking loose by 8,000 rpm and you are forced to shift at 10,000 rpm because you promised Brad you would, yet you can’t help yourself, and the tach flashes past 11,000 quicker than you can send a prayer to your mommy and reach instinctively for the brake lever as you snap the throttle shut in the face of quickly approaching objects like corners that you never believed were so sharp.