Reading Ketzal’s review of the ZX10R made me realise something.  The litre high needs a 12 step programme.
So you’re sitting there, reading that opening, and you’re thinking, WTF?  But, follow my logic for a moment.

It starts out innocently, you jump from that 600cc sports bike, then you lay down a large wad of cash (or max out the credit card and sign your life away to LetsMilk’emandCheat’em Finance Inc) for that Blade, ZX10R, or heaven forbid, that new GSXR1000. The dealer is overly nice, like he is counting down the days before you become a road kill, and more experienced riders narrow their gaze and avoid the subject.
 For the first few days, it’s like the 600, similar weight; but a little more urgency. And then it all goes pear shaped, because you figure out that twisting that grip on the right handlebar is pretty much the same thing.

But, it isn’t.  You soon discover the thrill experienced by rocketeers,  fighter pilots, Michael Schumacher and co, and people who jump from the top of tall buildings without a chute while suffering the highs and lows of manic depression.  However, unlike the jumpers, this is a feat you can repeat at any time, appropriate or not.  It starts by giving in to temptation a little; that freeway onramp, the straight between two corners,  past that fool in the Ferrari who must have his parking brake on.  Then as confidence builds, you multiply those opportunities.  Soon, you arrive home, embarrassed at your exploits, and fearful of the inevitable knock on the door from the guys wearing holsters and badges.  My girlfriend knows that when I arrive home, the answer is that I arrived 30 minutes before I really did, in case anyone officious looking is asking...