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What is it about an R1 that makes people want to race you?
I'm on my way home after picking up a new set of headphones for work at the club, and I notice two Harleys pull up. I looked over, and was going to tell them "nice bikes" but they were looking and laughing, so I thought I'll pass on the red light small talk.:no
Most of the time I'm of the mindset that racing a Harley when you're on a sportbike is like running a cheese grater across your scote sac: mildly entertaining at first, but mostly painful. But what happens next is just hillarious.
The guy on the Hawg next to me (herein after referred to as "PIG") began revving his pig wildly, while the dude on the other pig laughed. I began to re assess my opponent, and decided that this must be some sort of big bore turbo Hawg. (Hereinafter referred to as Super Pig).
Over the Flatuence of the two bikes, I heard the friend tell the dude on the Super Pig to "show rice grinder how we do it in Milwaukee!"
I was laughing to myself at the fury about to be unleashed on this guy as soon as the light turned green.
The light turns green and the road takes a sharp right and then turns into a roughly two mile straight away before any other traffic merges.
I took off slow, and this hillbilly on super pig is at most two feet from my back wheel. The road is about to straighten out, and I'm ready for 'em holding it at 7k.
Then these two bikes make the most gawd awful noise I've ever heard. I immediately can it WFO and I don't know what the look on the guys faces were since they were behind me, but they got left SO BAD that I was actually embarrassed for them. (Other drives in cars stopped at the same light HAD to have heard the crap they were talking)
I took it up to around 140 and then backed off to 65. They caught up a few miles later, and both flipped me off. I just waved.
Not two miles down the road a guy in a new Dodge Ram SRT 10 (the pickup with a Viper engine) gets next to me and starts to gun it, then slow down trying to get me to race. (This guy was actually pretty cool)! Those things haul a$$ for a truck. We made acouple sprints to 130-ish, but then he had to exit, so we exchanged "thumbs up" and he was gone.
I decided that since I was almost out of town, I would go to my favorite twisties. While I was there a guy in a 911 Turbo and a Guy in a Viper (Car this time) wanted to race.
:dunno
I left, and was almost home, sitting at a stoplight, and this little old lady rolls down her window and said that the bike looked fast. It looked as though her grandson was in the car, and he was saying "do a wheelie!"
Anyhow, the light turns green, and she floors it and takes off.
Has anyone else had this kind of experience on your bike?:dunno
Anyhow, some pretty funny
I'm on my way home after picking up a new set of headphones for work at the club, and I notice two Harleys pull up. I looked over, and was going to tell them "nice bikes" but they were looking and laughing, so I thought I'll pass on the red light small talk.:no
Most of the time I'm of the mindset that racing a Harley when you're on a sportbike is like running a cheese grater across your scote sac: mildly entertaining at first, but mostly painful. But what happens next is just hillarious.
The guy on the Hawg next to me (herein after referred to as "PIG") began revving his pig wildly, while the dude on the other pig laughed. I began to re assess my opponent, and decided that this must be some sort of big bore turbo Hawg. (Hereinafter referred to as Super Pig).
Over the Flatuence of the two bikes, I heard the friend tell the dude on the Super Pig to "show rice grinder how we do it in Milwaukee!"
I was laughing to myself at the fury about to be unleashed on this guy as soon as the light turned green.
The light turns green and the road takes a sharp right and then turns into a roughly two mile straight away before any other traffic merges.
I took off slow, and this hillbilly on super pig is at most two feet from my back wheel. The road is about to straighten out, and I'm ready for 'em holding it at 7k.
Then these two bikes make the most gawd awful noise I've ever heard. I immediately can it WFO and I don't know what the look on the guys faces were since they were behind me, but they got left SO BAD that I was actually embarrassed for them. (Other drives in cars stopped at the same light HAD to have heard the crap they were talking)
I took it up to around 140 and then backed off to 65. They caught up a few miles later, and both flipped me off. I just waved.
Not two miles down the road a guy in a new Dodge Ram SRT 10 (the pickup with a Viper engine) gets next to me and starts to gun it, then slow down trying to get me to race. (This guy was actually pretty cool)! Those things haul a$$ for a truck. We made acouple sprints to 130-ish, but then he had to exit, so we exchanged "thumbs up" and he was gone.
I decided that since I was almost out of town, I would go to my favorite twisties. While I was there a guy in a 911 Turbo and a Guy in a Viper (Car this time) wanted to race.
:dunno
I left, and was almost home, sitting at a stoplight, and this little old lady rolls down her window and said that the bike looked fast. It looked as though her grandson was in the car, and he was saying "do a wheelie!"
Anyhow, the light turns green, and she floors it and takes off.
Has anyone else had this kind of experience on your bike?:dunno
Anyhow, some pretty funny
