I pulled up to a stop light yesterday and along pulled up a loud-ass Harley. A very nice looking bike if you're into that sort of thing. Don't ask me what kind because I am not into that sort of thing. I even give him a heads up, but he ignores me (another pet peeve of mine). I don't normally street race other bikers because the speeds we can achieve are dangerous and attention-gathering. However, this thing was so loud I just wanted to get away from it. Light goes green, I take off, shifting well below 6K RPM...next thing I know this jackass is sharing my lane. I give a conservative squeeze of the throttle to pull ahead and he thinks the race is on! Needless to say, I gave another less conservative squeeze of the right wrist amphetamine and left that little penis-compesating wannabe in the dust.
2002 Yellow/Black...Weee!
2002 Yellow/Black...Weee!