March 31 and it's already started......

I finish business in my home town today and get off work a little early. Low 60s, plenty warm enough to ride. Put on my suit and gear and off I go to scrub in my new Pilot Powers. There is a section of somewhat winding on ramps that are brushed concrete that define traction that I use to scuff new tires. I take the ramps fairly fast (only when there are no other vehicles) and then go with the flow of traffic when out on the highway. I feel there is nothing to prove when there is traffic and it will only draw bad attention.

Here is where it starts - I merge onto the highway with no traffic ahead and a truck behind me. I look in the mirror and out from behind the truck swings a HD DynaFatAss or whatever the phuck it is and here he comes. I'm thinking don't even try, yet I hear the sound of a farting bear and tub-o-shit with his leather skull cap and sunglasses gritting his teeth showing that red sport bike what a real performance bike can do For a second I think "whatever, forget about it" then from no where a surge of testosterone goes through my body and I think "OK fat phuck, you want to see how hot that piece of shit of yours is?" I go past him at a buck ten nearly sucking the skull cap from his fat head all the time he is twisting the throttle on his tractor for all it's worth. I took the ramp no problem and was still pulling away even though he went straight.

Flame suit on, I should be more mature, I should keep that type riding on the track. It's just that if the guy would cruise on his cruiser, I'm fine with that, but to come past a red 998 mono with the rider in a suit and gear and act like your going to show him REAL performance. I don't know, just makes my blood boil.