dig it, I dusted a Harley this morning on the Super 8 150.
I had just blasted down Central at 60 miles an hour, and was stopped at the light on University. The light turned green, but I looked in the mirror as I zipped off the line, and there was a Harley right behind me. There's a down hill slope, so I watched him get smaller as I shot down the hill.
I didn't feel too badass, because it might have been the same dude from last week, when a Gixxer and a Harley were in the same lane and I passed in the next lane, and we all stopped at the light.
It turned green and I jumped, the Gixxer howled, but the Harley blapped and shot by us both like he was riding a cannonball.
This is all first thing in the morning at 6:30 on the way to work, right in downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico.
