Was on my motorcycle in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on the final leg of the Lake Superior Circle Tour. After that many miles, needless to say I wanted to get home. So I was moving at a very good clip on the remote roads, nothing but trees for witnesses, when V1 came to life.
An officer out here? Can’t be. Gotta be a false. But I clamped the binders and hauled down hard to 55. I came over a slight rise in a limited-visibility curve–!#%#&!–in the center of the road was a dump truck and two-man road crew patching and laying down road snakes.
Had V1 not picked up on their warning beacon I would have smacked them, or taken to the ditch in a desperate effort to avoid–either option would have made for a really bad day.
V1 literally saved my life. That little miracle has a lot more value than just detecting police radar. I never ride without V1.
Kendall Smith
Walker, MN