Ok, saw this on another forum which was taken from some kind of News group. I don't know the truthful ness of this story but I say it's a bit scary.
Read it for yourself.
Read it for yourself.
Look, I'm just a regular guy who likes nothing better that ridin' his Sportie around on nice weekends and downing the occasional cold one with the guys. But some of my "fellow" motorcyclists just piss me off with the way they behave. Case in point:
I was tooling along route 69 (a real nice two-lane road) Saturday in my pickup, bringing my bike back from the shop where I'd stored it, figuring that it'll be warm enough to ride again pretty soon here in Virginia. In my rearview mirrors I saw three bright lights aways back that were catching up pretty quick. Turns out they were what you'd call "crotch-rockets" and they blew by me on a double yellow like I was standing still. They kind of unnerved me and they must've scared the hell out of the guy driving the motorhome in front of me because he jerked kind of hard to his right when they blew by him. Don't these idiots realize they scare and piss off car drivers with those high speeds and dangerous passes?
A mile or so down the road, I passed them. They'd stopped at the turnout at Wyman's River bridge to look at the falls. They were the kind of guys I see all the time around here, terrorizing the pants off regular people. You've seen them too: Full leather suits like they were racers or something, neon helmets, plastic bikes with graphics all over them (I couldn't tell what kind. I'm not up on crotch-rockets and they all look the same to me. Sorry.) One of them had a pony tail. Anyway, I went on and another five miles or so down the road I saw them coming up again in my rear-views.
Well, this time I thought I'd give them a little lesson in driving etiquette, so just as they started to pass me, I swerved to the left. The lead rider must have freaked right out, 'cause he bounced off my left rear fender and went sailing off the road into the woods. He only went about 30 feet before he hit a tree and went down. Just like that, smack! I could see he was staying down, too! Served him right!
The second and third guys managed to stay up. They both stopped but one of them waved to the other to go after me while he checked out the guy who'd crashed. So one of the jerks tried chasing me down. But hey, I've got my rights and my carry permit, so when he pulled up along side me, motioning me to stop, all I had to do was point my Glock out the window at him. Didn't even have to fire. He hit the brakes so hard I thought he had a rope tied to him. Ha! Guess he learned he'd better have more firepower than a plastic Jap bike to take me out.
Anyway, I guess I feel a little bad about the guy who crashed, but only a little. He had it coming. He would have lasted longer if I hadn't taught him his lesson, but not much, I'll bet. You all should consider thanking me for taking one more boy-racer threat off the roads and improving the public image of us regular God-fearing bikers.
(I realize some of you might not agree with me, but save your breath. I don't read this newsgroup very often.)