noodle

A big group of those "rare breed of fools" live in Jacksonville. They disbanded their group for numerous reasons, but one of those being that the 5-0 had a task force out for them. My ex-'busa boy got his up to 210 mph on I95 outside of some eeney weeney towns in Georgia. The whole group of them got busted in the same area a few months later... he got a ticket for 145 in a 55. Heh. I laughed. But it's a daily occurence around here.

The idiot that really pissed me off was riding 45 mph looking backwards at me, waving frantically and making circles around my car trying to get my phone number because I was kind enough to change lanes and let him pass. Sheesh. We were in a school zone, for cripes sake! I love it when the guys at the stop lights gun an engine, pull a wheelie or acknowledge the hand signals when I've seen a copper out. But, man, watch out for the kids. Those are the ones that give riders a bad name. I've seen cagers on large and busy roads lately that will take out their frustration with riders that are riding responsibly, but quickly, by swerving close to them or trying to race. Two of them now have dents in their doors from a well placed, steel-toed boot. And I cheered.

Hint: No matter how many mods on your Fiero, you cannot outrace a Hayabusa. Or a Vespa, for that matter.

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