Alright, let’s talk about pushing my little Honda CB300R. Been riding it for a while now, mostly around town, some twisty roads. It’s a fun bike, real light and flickable. But you know, you hear things. People chatting online, maybe some guys at a meetup. They talk numbers.
Getting the Itch
Heard some buzz that this 300 could supposedly hit speeds around 160 kilometers an hour. That’s like, 100 miles per hour, right? On this little single-cylinder? Sounded a bit wild to me, honestly. Had to see for myself. Not about racing or being stupid, just pure curiosity. You get a bike, you kinda wanna know what its limits are, yeah?
Prep Work – Can’t Just Go For It
So, decided one weekend, conditions looked good. Sunny, dry, not too windy. First things first, gotta check the bike. Didn’t want any surprises at high speed.
- Tire pressure? Checked and set. Didn’t want wobbly tires.
- Chain tension and lube? Looked good, gave it a little extra spray just in case.
- Oil level? Topped up and clean.
- Gas tank? Filled it up. Didn’t wanna run out mid-run!
Then, the location. This is important. You can’t just pin the throttle anywhere. Found a long, straight stretch of deserted highway early in the morning. Barely any cars. Made sure I had good visibility way down the road. Safety gear on, obviously. Full face helmet, jacket, gloves, boots. Always.
The Moment of Truth – The Ride
Got out there. Road was empty. Felt a bit nervous, but mostly excited. Took a deep breath. Started easy, just cruising up to speed. Let the engine warm up properly. Did a couple of passes at normal highway speed, just checking everything felt okay, listening for weird noises. All good.
Okay, time to go. Found my starting point. Dropped a gear, opened the throttle wide open. The little engine started screaming. Shifted up through the gears, keeping it pinned. First, second, third gear go by quick. Fourth, fifth… the acceleration starts to slow down, like you expect. Sixth gear. Now it’s just slowly, slowly climbing.
Tucked in as much as I could behind the tiny windscreen. Wind noise was intense. The bike felt… busy. You could feel the engine working its absolute hardest. Vibrations picked up quite a bit through the handlebars and pegs. Kept my eyes glued way ahead, scanning for anything, but also glancing down at the speedometer.
Saw the numbers climbing… 130… 140… 145… It was crawling up now. Pushed past 150 km/h. It took its sweet time getting there. Held it there for a bit. Tried to see if it would creep higher. Maybe hit that magic 160? On my run, on that day, with me on it, I saw about 155 km/h on the dash before I felt like I’d found the absolute limit. Maybe a slight downhill or a tailwind could get it closer to 160, who knows. Or maybe a lighter rider!
Final Thoughts
So, did it hit 160? Not quite for me, but damn close. Close enough that I believe 160 is possible under perfect conditions. Honestly, hitting 155 km/h felt like plenty on that bike. It was stable enough, didn’t feel scary unstable, but you knew you were asking everything from it. It wasn’t exactly comfortable up there either, with the wind blast and the engine buzzing like crazy.
Was fun to find out though. Satisfied my curiosity. It’s not really what the bike is built for, you know? It’s happiest zipping around town or on backroads. But yeah, it can get up to some surprising speeds if you really push it. Just gotta respect the machine and do it safely if you’re gonna try.
