Heading home down 301, I had the pleasure of getting blinded by a GSXR 750(?) with his highbeams right in the rearview mirror, as he taped his front tire to my rear bumper. :o Being a rider myself, I waved as I eased over to the next lane to allow him to pass. But that didn't happen. As I looked up, the 301 opened up with no cars in sight, all the way down past the I75 overpass. Soon, I realized that this bike wanted to play.

With cancer stick in hand, and wife in the passenger seat, I opted to keep it on the motor. Honestly, there just wan't enough time to activate anything anyways. I thought to myself, "The hell with it, it's just for fun!" As I downshifted into 2nd, the Gixxer went wide open without a warning, and instantly put a half car on me. Then with the perfect granny shift into 3rd, he put another 1/2 on me. (Gotta love that 14K redline on a bike) Then I hit 4th, and finally started to reel him in by just a hair when he shut down. He got me by about a length. I gave him a big and a thumbs up! It was a cool, quick, sprint. But deep inside, my evil half was kicking and screaming, "WHY DIDN'T YOU HIT THE NAAAWWWWSSSS????!!!!!

Oh well, you win some, you lose some!