I have more problems with you sport kids being a dick to me. I'll ride with anybody, but the second I hit the throttle and rev it up to go, it's like these sport fuckers get some kind of inferiority complex. Just last weekend I was stopping at a light, and downshifting, which any good rider knows requires throttle blips to take the wear off of the sliders and dogs teeth (c'mon Cecil, chime in), and this dick on a sport bike decided it was his turn to take his motor to the rev limiter (which still was nowhere near as loud as my decel). I don't get it, he could've just pulled up and rode with me and my boys instead of clutching and beating his motor for no reason. What a prick, I should've kicked him over.