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Here, then, is the true story of how I earned STOC number 83.


Jonathan Berg
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Originally posted on the ST1100 mail list October 7, 1995

Many of my fellow Sters have have been anxiously awaiting the news of whether I successfully reached 125 mph this week-end, thereby qualifying for an unalloyed STOC number. Well, I won?t keep you in painful suspense......for long.
Saturday was the day and the ST (Caribbean Queen) was primed. To assist, I brought a crack riding team, much as a duelist might have ?seconds.? Ted was on his BMW R100GS, a bike with off-road capabilities in case I needed to be retrieved. Adam, a speedy rider on his BMW R1100R, whose tailpipe I usually see in the twisties, was to be my rabbit. My plan was to have him lead me to 100 mph than, cruelly, as the wind slammed his naked roadster, I would blow by him on the mighty ST, letting him taste MY tailpipe for once.
My pockets held a medical card, $5,000 in travelers checks for bail, if needed, and an updated will -- and no ?living? will since, at 125 mph, that possibility seemed remote.

On this special day I looked good. I briefly thought about my Motoport Challenger jacket with body armor, but it?s back at Motoport having poor stitching resown. No, this was a leather day, a Firstgear Scout Touring Jacket kind of day, to go with Fieldsheer Ranger boots, blue jeans and a Shoei RF 200 helmet. For gloves, it was Olympia. I briefly considered the TourMaster Grand Tour Elites I bought on Jeff Bertrand?s MCN recommendation before learning he was THE Jeff Bertrand, but the day was too warm.
I live in New Jersey, on the Palisades, an area settled by the Dutch. When the Brits chased George Washington out of New York, he headed for the Delaware River, and so did I. The road: NY Route 97, paralleling the river, Pennsylvania on the far side and a rural and foresty 2 laner on the NY side.
We were 10 miles south of Narrowsburg, pointed west, the ground dangerously wet and covered with soaked leaves -- but this is a bike that had sailed the Caribbean. Ted rode ahead with the cellular to check for the boys in blue, scoping things out. ?All clear,? he checked in. I turned the key, bringing the big V4 to life and also flipping off the TCS; no weeny engineer?s microchip was going to cut power and rob me of Victory. My mind raced, my adrenalin soared. I thought of Ralph Paxton?s challenge that without cleanly passing the 125 mph test my STOC membership would be hollow. Then I thought of Fred Ziglar?s encouraging post: ?Jonathan,? he wrote, ?go for it!?
Well, OK!

We?re off, Adam in a slight lead. We?re now at 50......60......70......footing a little squirrelly without the TCS......80.......90.......the leaves a kaleidoscope, hitting my mask, whump, whump, blowing off the helmet.......the V4?s singing the song of the road......I?m at ONE with the Queen......Adam?s buffeted, first by the steel wind and then by the ST?s turbulence as I explode past (payback time) .......100.......110........OHMYGOSH there?s a huge buck deer on the road, headed toward Narrowsburg, too.......no time to maneuver.......the TCS?s off so I roll back on the throttle, downshift once, then roll-forward on the gas, hard.......the bike shudders, the front wheel lifts, travelling up the rump of the deer, over his back and forehead, launching us into the air.......I hold the ?bars straight and we come down like an airplane......rear wheel, then front wheel.......lost some airspeed, back to 100......now at 110......120.......125 -- not good enough ?cause of speedo error.......but now something?s terribly wrong, the tach?s buried at 10,000 rpms, the transmission?s screaming in pain......I tough it out.......in Marcia Clark?s words, this is a ?defining moment?......no, it?s more than that -- it?s Life itself.......130......135.....140!!!!!

Enough, I?ve made it......I?m Lancelot.......C?EST MOI!

Now to slow down. And fast. ABS is chattering and shaking in the wet. I kick down once, twice, strange, it?ll only downshift twice. Hold on......I?ve been in third gear! Can you believe it -- while going for a STOC number, maybe setting a ST world record at 140 mph in 3rd! Oh, happy day!
Home again and, needless to say, I?ll be applying for my STOC number soon. In the excitment, I don?t want to forget to thank all of you who pulled for me in this great challenge. For my part, I commit to honor with dignity the STOC escutcheon which I risked my very life to obtain. In fact, I?ve already thought of several ways to maintain and even enhance the glory of STOC. I?ll be sharing some of these thoughts with you in the coming weeks and and months and I know you?re looking forward to this with anticipation.
One other thing. I?ve always been totally honest with my fellow STers and I should share with you two regrets which came out of Saturday?s run. First, I have to figure out how to unfreeze my tach needle which is now stuck at 10,000. Second, I feel bad about the deer, who?s running around NY State with Dunlap treads burned onto his back and forehead. If any of you are hunting the area this winter and see him in your scope......I?d appreciate it if you?d give him safe passage.

Jonathan Berg
1995 ST1100A, Caribbean Queen
various initials, STOC number, soon