paired it up with what I learned to be a kawi eliminator. i was sitting in traffic when a couple lanes to my left, a bike rolled by me with a growl as nasty as the yellow and green paint on his tank. through the cars i watched the guy rev his attitude and saw him goof the green light. so i says to myself, "self, let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into". so i weaved through the cages and pulled up next to him at the next light. he looked over and through his helmet, i saw the delight in his eyes as he ID'd my Max. he must have seen my delight when he informed me the make of the bike and spied that it was a kerker strapped to his 1100 that was what was responsible for all the racket he was making. we bumped fists and when the light went green, tore into the tachs and speedos, toying with each other down US1. he managed to squeeze a late-model beemer in between us before we approached my intersection. but he merged into the same turn lane and commenced to salute the cordial goodbye wave, but i signalled that i too was turning down the same road. he gave the thumbs up. i passed him after overtaking the beemer in risk of getting my liscence confiscated by doubling the 45 mph speed limit over solid yellow lines. he was giving me what i figured out later was a "hurry up, there's a cop coming" frantic kind of signal as i pulled out from behind the beemer into the passing position and a thumbs up as i pulled in front of him. hehehe. we tore up the blvd down to the next intersection where i signalled that i was going straight. a glimpse in my mirrors showed his "i'm going straight, too" wave. man this next stretch was prolly the best of fun. i could hear him take advantage of the empty road ahead of us as he proceeded to redline through his gears. as soon as i heard what he was up to, blam, i followed suit and ended up waiting for him at the next light after triple-digits across the I95 overpass. he flipped up his lid and i nodded to answer his "your bike's hot?" question while pointing at my S7 oil return tube and v-stack covers bolted to my diaphragm lids. hehehe. shhhhh don't tell him. we talked a little more during redlight and held back an anxious soccer mom for a few seconds when the light turned green. i was gonna turn right but saw he was going straight, so i accompanied him and we laid into road one last time before we arrived at the stop sign that marked the end of the road. he was going left and i was going right. he gave me fist pump and i gave him a peace sign as we parted ways into the dusk. dont get me wrong, i dig the "communing with nature" rides, but man this particular commute was a breath of fresh air.
Regards from my Taptalking Hercules Android