Sirissac
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Sunday was beautiful, up here in Minnesota. I was out putting some well deserved miles on the Busa, for the first time in a week or so. Anyhow, back to the topic. I'm traveling down interstate 35 north of the twin cities, speedo reading right around 85 mph, that perfect comfort zone in 6th gear. I wasn't paying too much attention to my rear view mirror, like I normally do, because at this speed, not too many people are coming up behind me. Don't get me wrong, the speed of traffic is pretty quick on this interstate, but for the most part, not too many people are passing me by.
All of a sudden out of no where comes this liter bike (unknown what the model was, does it really matter... all I know is it wasn't a Busa) and it whips right by me. Not in the next lane mind you, but riding the divider line between my lane and the next lane over. This fat a$$ then looks over his shoulder at me and then gives it some more gas. As he is pulling away (because I haven't decided or not to give this guy the time of day yet) I am watching the fat around his mid section do some pretty funky chit. As you know, G-forces and speed have a tendancy to roll around human flesh. The guy was wearing a shirt, but due to the speed he was going, it was now a half shirt. Anyhow, I am glad the pig, wasn't on a Busa. I am in kind that kind of mood at the time, so I check my mirrors, to make sure he isn't being chased by the cops and all is clear. This guy is about a quarter mile ahead of me by now, but that head start isn't enough for him. I tuck down and crack the throttle and in no time at all I pass him at 145 miles an hour. I check my mirror quickly and see fat boy tucking in, as if he was going to give chase. I proved my point to the young lad, so I start backing off the throttle. He still couldn't get close to me. By this time the freeway split and he went in a different direction, my guess is to avoid the humiliation of it all.
I back down to the comfortable speed I was going before this little incident, with a big chit eating grin. You know, it sure is nice riding, the king of the road. Yeah baby!!!
All of a sudden out of no where comes this liter bike (unknown what the model was, does it really matter... all I know is it wasn't a Busa) and it whips right by me. Not in the next lane mind you, but riding the divider line between my lane and the next lane over. This fat a$$ then looks over his shoulder at me and then gives it some more gas. As he is pulling away (because I haven't decided or not to give this guy the time of day yet) I am watching the fat around his mid section do some pretty funky chit. As you know, G-forces and speed have a tendancy to roll around human flesh. The guy was wearing a shirt, but due to the speed he was going, it was now a half shirt. Anyhow, I am glad the pig, wasn't on a Busa. I am in kind that kind of mood at the time, so I check my mirrors, to make sure he isn't being chased by the cops and all is clear. This guy is about a quarter mile ahead of me by now, but that head start isn't enough for him. I tuck down and crack the throttle and in no time at all I pass him at 145 miles an hour. I check my mirror quickly and see fat boy tucking in, as if he was going to give chase. I proved my point to the young lad, so I start backing off the throttle. He still couldn't get close to me. By this time the freeway split and he went in a different direction, my guess is to avoid the humiliation of it all.
I back down to the comfortable speed I was going before this little incident, with a big chit eating grin. You know, it sure is nice riding, the king of the road. Yeah baby!!!
