a crisp wintery morning, after the first cup of coffee, you crunch your way out to the sled, pick up the rear end and slam it down to free up the track. Choke all the way up, kill switch up, and the first pull feels like it is a complete waste of time, the second, a bit better, then after 4 or five pulls, a sputter, then she fires on all three, a sweet sound, kind of frightening really. In a cloud of sweet smelling castor, you tickle the throttle, push down the choke to half, tickle again, then off comes the choke, and she idles. Jump on the rock hard seat, hit the throttle as gently as you can to free her up, the clutch engages, and your off. The familiar wiggle of the front end, you sit up, the bump in the cowl reminds you that this is no ordinary machine.. you tickle her ever so gently, fifteen minutes, then, on the the lake, we always look for the lake, then, wham, and you forget how fast, how powerful, a man made machine can be. Surely this machine pulls like a formula 1, you glance down at the speedo as best as you can, closing in on 180, and you know that if you hold her longer, anythings possible. Then you baby her on the ride back, so you get home safe and sound..... Another day on an srx........ nothing like it........