The bike diffinately put you in harms way. I am lucky to be alive, however for some reason I have nothing but good memories during the time I owned the 750 H2. When you cracked the throttle you had control of the streets. Anyone stupid enough to race you would find out just how fast the bike was. I raced a 69 Charger 440 6 pack set up for the strip one night. We marked off a 1/4 mile and half way through the 1/4 I saw him back at the line burning off 30,000 miles of rubber. I felt bad, yeah right. Great bike! Great memories!