SteveADV
Active member
OK, so I have to confess I feel a little guilty. Earlier today I was stopped at a light and a bandana wearing heavy cruiser guy pulled up in the lane beside me. I waved, nodded, and received nothing back other than a turn of his head and some revving of his Street Bob. Loud revving.
Soooo, I couldn't help myself. Left him in the dust when the light turned green. Very childish, I know.
But probably not as childish as when I pulled into his lane to get onto the ramp leading to I-71 and slowed so he could catch up allowing us both to get on the interstate together.
More revving of his engine while waiting for the arrow. And this time he did a pretty good job; it took a good 5 seconds before he realized he was never going to keep up.
Pretty doggone immature. I don't know what I was thinking and trying to prove. There are always faster bikes and better riders. I feel guilty that I let the guy get to me.
And, yeah, it felt pretty damn good.
Soooo, I couldn't help myself. Left him in the dust when the light turned green. Very childish, I know.
But probably not as childish as when I pulled into his lane to get onto the ramp leading to I-71 and slowed so he could catch up allowing us both to get on the interstate together.
More revving of his engine while waiting for the arrow. And this time he did a pretty good job; it took a good 5 seconds before he realized he was never going to keep up.
Pretty doggone immature. I don't know what I was thinking and trying to prove. There are always faster bikes and better riders. I feel guilty that I let the guy get to me.
And, yeah, it felt pretty damn good.