I was taking a leisurely ride home from lunch when a stoplight caught me on a straight stretch of road. It was clear as far as I could see. I was thinking about just opening her up and stretching her legs when the light turned green. You know.....test those drag racing skills......cut a good light. When all of a sudden a guy pulls up next to me on a bike. The sun glimmered off his helmet and his black leathers showed he meant business. He nodded and revved his engine showing his intentions to put me in my place for I was not the fastest on this road this day. Good thing the wife wasn't with me because this could get nasty.
The light turned green and both machines roared to life. Our tires clawed at the pavement catapulting our steeds forward like jets leaving an aircraft carrier. I was not going to just roll over and let this guy tell all his buddies how he beat a Viper Truck. First, second and the ever elusive third gear I ripped through like a seasoned pro. My shift light signaling when I reached my peak power and to grab another gear. Victory was mine. The guy on the bike was so far back I was able to pull over and snap his picture as he screamed past me in typical ricer fashion.
i saw this posted on the str10 forum and just had to share lol