I had replied to a post on an adventure rider forum about the on-road behavior of those harley ridin' leather fags (You know who you are and, yes, that is a sweeping generalization) and have discovered that the argument it spawned just keeps on generating interesting and entertaining tidbits.
Like this:
Had a couple Harley Riders up on Carmel Valley road this last weekend, I was riding alone and just puttin' along, they were doing the same just a tad slower so I caught up and just followed along waiting for a clean shot, exiting a turn I rolled up on the outside passing the first bike however the pass on the leader went a little askew, the guy looked at me in his mirror and drifted over in front of me, then flipped me off. Wow never seen anything like it in my life. I settled back in behind him and when I saw him look at his mirror again I started around once more, he did his little swerve to the left and I dropped the hammer and jumped up on his right. I matched his speed and sat about 6 inches off his boot, he was wearing ray bans so I could not see his eyes but the fact his mouth was wide open and he was staring at me indicated the desired affect was inflicted, however I was not quite done as we were now heading into a right hander and I just matched his speed but headed for the outside of the turn. He hit the brakes, so did I, he was now in the oncoming lane and still heading for the shoulder. I had half a mind to just keep gong straight and run this jackass off the road but gave the ass hole a break and turned right and motored up the road. I was hoping they wanted to play some more but they pulled over and I lost site of them going into the next corner. I never saw them again.
Rules of the road are never fuck with another rider if you don't know them. There is a damn good chance they are crazier then you are.
