MAX-IMUM IMPACT!
One short blast was sufficient to be reminded of just what earned the big bad V-Max its reputation. When the traffic briefly cleared on a wide A-road somewhere in Surrey, I wound back the throttle and the V4 engine went to work, revving hard to send the bike storming forward like a rampaging buffalo.
For the next few seconds it was a wild ride. I was hanging on tight, the cold wind ripping at my carelessly fastened jacket, no time to glance down at the speedo, let alone the tiny tacho set into the top of the dummy fuel tank. This sort of performance is exciting from a naked bike now, never mind when Yamaha’s V4 wheel-spun its way on to the scene 35 years ago.
And when riding a V-Max, it’s a fair bet that you’ll soon be
