For me, it's a motard at a track day.
I put over 100k miles on my three liter bikes in my younger days and nothing else even comes close to the shit eating grin I had on my face on the motard. Maybe it was not having to worry about wadding my street bike on the track or it was simply the fact that I was on a dirt bike and passing liter bikes on the outside in almost every corner, only to get smoked on the straights and then pass them again.
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