I was heading home last night, when I pulled up next to a guy in a Grand Am. I thought nothing of it until I noticed his girlfriend covering here face in embarrassment as if she couldn't believe what was happening. I look over at her boyfriend and notice he's got the tough guy glare on his face, one hand on the steering wheel, eyeing the signal.
Apparently, he must have thought, "Hey, I've got 6 cylinders, and he's only got 4, I'll smoke his A.."
Light turns green and he guns it, so do I ... but somewhere in all the amusement I forget how to properly let go of the clutch and give gas evenly and jump out about 6 feet, stalling and almost falling off my bike.
I recovered quickly, and flew screaming past him at about 120mph.
Still, I can't help but think I have a reputation to uphold on the Busa, as a seasoned, unbeatable, experienced rider but I looked like a clown.
I'm sorry guys.
Apparently, he must have thought, "Hey, I've got 6 cylinders, and he's only got 4, I'll smoke his A.."
Light turns green and he guns it, so do I ... but somewhere in all the amusement I forget how to properly let go of the clutch and give gas evenly and jump out about 6 feet, stalling and almost falling off my bike.
I recovered quickly, and flew screaming past him at about 120mph.
Still, I can't help but think I have a reputation to uphold on the Busa, as a seasoned, unbeatable, experienced rider but I looked like a clown.
I'm sorry guys.