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It was wrong.
I know it was wrong.
Before anyone flames me, please rest assured that I know what I did was not safe, and it was childish and it was an uncalled-for risk. It was also deeply satisfying.
I took my wife on the motorcycle to Ocean City, MD this past Sunday. It was a great ride, but a short one. We didn’t know it ahead of time, but there was a big car show going on, and the whole place was flooded with “car guys.” No harm there; I love cars as much as anyone else. There were roving packs of teenagers in crappy little tuner cars, too, and that was the only thing that made our boardwalk quest for Thrasher’s French Fries less than perfect.
We were stopped at a red light, in the right lane, when a 4-door BMW with loud canister exhausts pulled up in the other lane just as the light turned green. He was trying to blow past me, so I rolled the throttle a bit and kept pace. He was trying to pass me like he was proud of going faster than a 750-pound motorcycle loaded down with two people.
As luck would have it, we stopped together at the next red light, both of us first in our lane. He revved his engine and inched forward in the universal sign of “My Balls are Bigger Than Yours.”
I felt my wife’s fingers dig into my sides a little. She knew what was coming.
When the light turned green, I opened the throttle and slipped the clutch just a little, letting the RPMs sing their alien monster song. Mr. BMW stomped on the gas and I let go with my left hand. Despite the extra weight (and friction) on the back wheel, and despite the traction control, my rear wheel spun and kicked out about three inches to the left before grabbing pavement and launching us forward.
We were two car lengths ahead of Mr. BMW before he even got his back wheels past the line. A second later, I could see him tearing up the road behind me… getting smaller. I slowed down to the speed limit and let him pass us just as I saw a state trooper on the shoulder up ahead.
I’m in awe of this machine. Anyone who thinks it’s slow… that it can’t go from zero to sixty in OHMYGOD, hasn’t really put the spurs to it.
Ride safe, friends. And if you can’t ride safe, at least let the pimply-faced dweeb in the next lane over know that the Honda CTX1300 ain’t no slouch. :smile:
I know it was wrong.
Before anyone flames me, please rest assured that I know what I did was not safe, and it was childish and it was an uncalled-for risk. It was also deeply satisfying.
I took my wife on the motorcycle to Ocean City, MD this past Sunday. It was a great ride, but a short one. We didn’t know it ahead of time, but there was a big car show going on, and the whole place was flooded with “car guys.” No harm there; I love cars as much as anyone else. There were roving packs of teenagers in crappy little tuner cars, too, and that was the only thing that made our boardwalk quest for Thrasher’s French Fries less than perfect.
We were stopped at a red light, in the right lane, when a 4-door BMW with loud canister exhausts pulled up in the other lane just as the light turned green. He was trying to blow past me, so I rolled the throttle a bit and kept pace. He was trying to pass me like he was proud of going faster than a 750-pound motorcycle loaded down with two people.
As luck would have it, we stopped together at the next red light, both of us first in our lane. He revved his engine and inched forward in the universal sign of “My Balls are Bigger Than Yours.”
I felt my wife’s fingers dig into my sides a little. She knew what was coming.
When the light turned green, I opened the throttle and slipped the clutch just a little, letting the RPMs sing their alien monster song. Mr. BMW stomped on the gas and I let go with my left hand. Despite the extra weight (and friction) on the back wheel, and despite the traction control, my rear wheel spun and kicked out about three inches to the left before grabbing pavement and launching us forward.
We were two car lengths ahead of Mr. BMW before he even got his back wheels past the line. A second later, I could see him tearing up the road behind me… getting smaller. I slowed down to the speed limit and let him pass us just as I saw a state trooper on the shoulder up ahead.
I’m in awe of this machine. Anyone who thinks it’s slow… that it can’t go from zero to sixty in OHMYGOD, hasn’t really put the spurs to it.
Ride safe, friends. And if you can’t ride safe, at least let the pimply-faced dweeb in the next lane over know that the Honda CTX1300 ain’t no slouch. :smile: