En route from Mobile to New Orleans my father and I switched bikes.
Initially I thought he'd have trouble adapting from a Rocket III to a Panigale, but instead it was me who had trouble adapting to the Rocket. At a walking pace the bike was a beast. But around 10mph it transformed into a flickering flame (with seemingly 200 ft/lb of torque). Good job Triumph.
I also have to admit I felt a little like Mr. Grimm from Twisted Metal on it.
I also redeemed myself with our new place in NOLA.
