But what, as you might ask Tommy Lee, is it like? It takes full choke to get it fired on a cold morning, and a few blocks before it wants to run without. After that, this motor gives us one big, goofy happy face for the rest of the day. It's obviously hell-for-strong, from idle all the way to the ignition cutoff, and yet, for all its urge, it manages to feel friendly, eager, almost puppylike in its willingness to please. There's a slight buzz in the bars and the mirrors between 4500 and 5500 rpm, which migrates to an equally slight sizzle in the seat as the revs rise. But overall, vibration is admirably controlled. The powerband is as wide as Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico lined up end-to-end. You could stay under 6000 rpm forever--and still leave anything with four wheels way behind you. And when you want to simply disappear, just drop the six-speed down a couple, let 'er spin up past 8000 or so, and hangeth thou on. You get a great moan out of the intake system and a determined launch into the middle distance. There's no dramatic burst of power as the revs rise--like an F-18 on afterburner, it just keeps pulling. And pulling. And pulling.