I should note that the hyped up snowfall was a bit of a lie; the projected 30 cm of monstrous dumpage turned out to be a regular overnight flurry. Still, the 10 cm we got (at least where I live) allowed me to give the old fire-breather a good workout on the streets.
There is no getting around it; moving at these kinds of speeds (both off the line and full-out) on snow is an intoxicating experience. From the moment you punch the throttle to the moment you have to go back to pick up your spleen it's a thrill, and one of the only machine related thrills you can get in winter.
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