Buzzing down Martin Mill Pike I clicked the bike into third gear and threw it into a hard right corner. Remembering this was a buddy’s borrowed bike I backed off a bit but not for long as Nathan’s “Killer Bee” Yamaha RD350 just kept begging for more. The tires stuck well, the brakes had good feel, and the suspension felt predictable. All in all it was just about everything a I could wish for in a vintage bike.