What is about seeing the CD-3 tires flake off their knobbly peel? Knowing how the sticky bastard must have been sliding? Knowing how hard you were pushing her into the corners and how when shit gets going in to deep you lean her down so low that physics are just plain defied. It is after all a 1981 heavy ol twin cylinder street bike! The track becomes harder and slicker later in the evening and the lower the tread knobs get the better the slides feels. Those squealing howls coming from the fast guys. After the pro class leaves the track it looks like a bunch of sci-fi propelled ice cream scoops went churning and scooping perfect arcing semi circle grooves around the corners. Yeah flattrack.