Beginning with gently rolling hills and sharp 90-degree turns weaving between the property lines of wheat farmers, the route quickly became a tight and twisty rollercoaster upon entering a thickly wooded forest. Feet gestures to the riders behind us warned of the few road hazards, sometimes including rather large raptors devouring fresh road kill. The intermittent shadows created by the tunnel of trees overhead created difficult yet exciting challenges to the eyes of each rider, sometimes even creating a strobe light effect on my windshield. Ten miles later, the lone Hayabusa in our unit was rewarded for his efforts with a short stint south on a 4-lane A road. British Police were nonexistent this early on Sundays, so even the big Busa was able to stretch its legs on this road.