Last year riding home from WHCM, I stopped at my wife's work and had lunch before continuing home...



Then after lunch and meeting her co-workers, I followed her home in early rush hour traffic. About 25-30 miles to go and some asshat in a white Denali decides he needs the left lane more than I do. I saw him look right at me before he moved (just doing the peripheral scan so I know what's around me in traffic). Traffic's running about 80, I moved almost to the gravel on the shoulder with the throttle wide open and got in front of him. Then the fucker flips me off when he got back into the right lane and tried to go around.
My wife watched the whole thing in the rearview as she was right in front of me.

I followed her about 10 more miles and decided to open up for the last 20
Still felt good after 1500 miles and a near miss.

Sprocket
Sprocketwerx MOTORSPORTS
Brighton MI

Burnin' rod and throwin' chips to make fast choppers!

"Man's born, Man lives, Man dies.... and it's all vanity"