ORIGINAL: dorkbiker

I'm cruising down the freeway about 80mph, wearing tattered shorts, a tee-shirt and my backpack when I look in the mirror and see another red bike speeding up to me. I smiled in my helmet, dumped a gear and pinned it. He had momentum on me so he was able to pass, but I was at his speed when he did so I fell in behind him and kept it pinned. We were on a straight patch of highway but there was a curve coming. We were over 150 when it came time to lean...the guy checked up. Weenie...

"Motherfu...!" I yelled as I was forced to straighten up andlet off to keep from hitting the guy. He weaved a bit then settled into the turn. He had on his Power Ranger jacket and I could see his USAF tag on the fender. This town is full of servicemen who just got their first bike. Ishould have known he would let offfor a turn.

"Damn dookies," I said and dropped a bare knee, cranked the bike and resumed my 150 mph through the turn. He slowed as the turn increased. He started to glance back as I started to pass, but he bobbled and was forced to let off even more. As my front wheel passed his, I let off and fell in behind him again. I had passed my exit so I followed him off the highway and waved as I passed at him 90.

"See you later straight liner. The race is won in the curves."

He was on a brand new RR. I'm not sure of the displacement, but it looked like a 1000. Any fool can go straight...

anywhoo...F4's can run with RRs. Especially if you are comfortable with a turn. Toodles my brothers and sisters. Keep the black side down.