richwrench
Well-Known Member
I was out for a sunset cruise tonight, the roads had just dried up from a day full of rain. I blew past a pack of cars after the 'Max warmed up & I came up to e red light at Belcher & Tampa Road - the heart of Palm Harlem. As I'm sitting there, an old white Lincoln with all the windows down pulls up next to me on the left & I hear the driver yell out, " Hey, wanna race ?" I look over & this guy is grinning from ear to ear & his girlfriend is looking back & forth at us like we're crazy. Without thinking I start to laugh out loud, & this guy is eating it up. " C'mon, lets go !" I nodded OK & he starts power-braking & I start reving. The light turns green & I launch at about 5K & slip the clutch (I've been practicing & getting pretty good) & I just hurl through the intersection & this Lincoln disappears in my rear-view. This stretch of road has cops quite often & the speed limit is 45 so I back off at 75 down to a reasonable speed. The next intersection is Curlew road, about a mile away, & just as I approach it here comes this Lincoln in my left mirror. He must have built up a head of steam & he's doing about 90. I don't have the heart to destroy this good-natured guy so I stay off the throttle & let him roll up to the light first. As I pull up next to him before I turn right, I nod my head in approval & he waves & toots the horn. We both had a chuckle & a quick thrill for the evening. I know it wasn't a real kill, but it's fun as hell to cruise around & flex some muscle in the evenings. God I love this bike...