So about a year and a half ago I was on my way home late one evening. I was chugging along about 70 mph when I came up on a guy riding a Harley Wide Glide. He was doing about 55 and I just rolled past him. I guess he thought I wanted to run or something. I wasn't paying any attention to him until he came screaming past me at something like 100 mph. The way he did it pissed me off, so I nailed the throttle - and the clutch started slipping. I still managed to catch him before his exit, but that wasn't what I wanted to do . I made a solemn vow right then and there that it wouldn't happen again.
So tonight I'm riding home, and a similar situation occurred. Past a Harley in pretty much the same way, only this time I kept an eye on him. Sure enough he acted like he had something to prove. I down shifted two gears (man I love that 750 FD ) and nailed it. He started fading bad around 110, but I kept pushing past 130 as he got smaller and smaller in my mirrors. He gave up, which is as it should be. Man that felt good. I guess now I'll have to go out and put another notch in my tail pipe .
So tonight I'm riding home, and a similar situation occurred. Past a Harley in pretty much the same way, only this time I kept an eye on him. Sure enough he acted like he had something to prove. I down shifted two gears (man I love that 750 FD ) and nailed it. He started fading bad around 110, but I kept pushing past 130 as he got smaller and smaller in my mirrors. He gave up, which is as it should be. Man that felt good. I guess now I'll have to go out and put another notch in my tail pipe .
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