You know for most sport bike riders the apex of riding is getting your knee down.  Besides chicken strips it’s the measure of just how “GOOD” of a rider you are.  I can still remember the first time I got my knee down. The sound of that plastic scraping across the tarmac.  The shock that “IT” finally happened.  The grin that slowly spread across my face inside my helmet slowly pushing my ears to the back of my head. “I DID IT!”. Of course I had to turn around and do it again, same corner, same speed, knowing that the tires would grip and I could actually repeat something I had prayed I could do for a long time.  And then there’s the walking around where other guys could SEE, that’s right buddy, those pucs have been dragged thru a corner.