About three hours ago, a friend of mine called me up to go do a little night riding. We cruised around town for a while, then decided to jump on the highway and go to Cincinnati for a bit. We get on the expressway ramp right behind what looked to be a mid 90's corvette. The guy was with his wife and was going about 35mph all the way to the highway, so I get up to his bumper and he takes off like a bat out of hell, white smoke pouring out of his exhaust and everything.
Well, what could I do? I had to chase him down and show him what Kawi's are made of, right? I hit the fast lane, pulled alongside him (doing about 110mph by now) and motioned him to go faster. He pinned the throttle, unloaded more white exhaust fumes, and started pulling away. He hardly had the time to grin before I downshifted, dropped the hammer, and blew by him like he was picking up a happy meal at McDonald's pickup window.
He got off at the next exit, so I slowed down to wait on my buddy, and about three cars went by honking their horns in approval.
Well, what could I do? I had to chase him down and show him what Kawi's are made of, right? I hit the fast lane, pulled alongside him (doing about 110mph by now) and motioned him to go faster. He pinned the throttle, unloaded more white exhaust fumes, and started pulling away. He hardly had the time to grin before I downshifted, dropped the hammer, and blew by him like he was picking up a happy meal at McDonald's pickup window.
He got off at the next exit, so I slowed down to wait on my buddy, and about three cars went by honking their horns in approval.
