The CBX handled far better than it had any right to. Like a lot of Honda's, once underway, they seemed to shed a lot of weight. Although they manifested themselves in different forms, the 900F and CBX were similar in performance.
A friend of my brother, "Stevie Six Popper" as he had come to be known, had one of the fast CBXs. Wild eyed Stevie had a silver '79. It wore twin Kerkers. It was an intimidating, fierce sounding machine. He would jump my 900F a few bike lengths in a street drag race. But he wouldn't pull away. My 900F had been re-jetted. His CBX probably ran better with stock pipes. Stevie and I were doing one of many impromptu sprints, when we went over a series of bumps on the road to the Patoka Reservoir, when the CBX went into a violent tank slapped. Stevie stayed with it. His hands were slightly injured, I remember seeing some blood. But he didn't fall off. Unfortunately, Stevie was a hot dog. He and the CBX met their demise one sunny day in front of the old high school in Jasper.