I am overwhelmed with longing every time I see a picture of a Donnay Flex Pro.
My favorite racket these days is The Purple People Eater: a Prince Vortex Lite* with a handle full of silicone and more silicone injected at 3, 9, and 12. It ended up 374 g, 6 pt HL, and SW 371. (That's way more than I intended – had a little silicone management trouble, and now it has so much of the stuff in it that Sports Illustrated wants it for the next swimsuit issue cover – but I love it.)
Once I hit a ball with it as hard as I could. It asked me on the next changeover, "Hey, did you feel something splat against us a minute ago?"
*It's so heavy because it's made of irony, you see.
Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?