Built my bike with my father-in-law at his shop out side of town. when we finished it I had my father take me to pick it up. with him following me home - my drive is on the down hill side of a 4-way intersection. I role through the intersection my father in the jeep after stopping; follows me through. I start to turn across the on-coming lane into my drive my father behind me with his blinker on. Then some ass-wipe decides to try and pass him as I am (like I said turning in to my drive). Dad lays down on the horn so I twist the throttle stand the bike up a lil bit getting out of the way. the car never even hit the brakes. Then my dad says "see that is why I never wanted you to have a street bike. I know you can ride I dont worry about that, I worry about the other idiots on the road. You cant control what they do. even if you can control the bike you have to worry about what they do".