Speed is a funny thing. On paper, it’s clean and objective. Distance over time. A number you can brag about or casually drop in conversation. But when you’re the one actually doing the speed, everything changes.
I can roll up to 100 miles per hour on my Yamaha XSR900 without much drama. The bike is planted. The chassis feels sorted. The brakes work. The tires actually want to stay attached to the road. Modern motorcycles are engineered to make big numbers feel boring.
Now rewind more than a century. Same speed. Completely different reality.
