And Now Our Show Resumes. . .
He realizes he's in for something now!
I stay way ahead of him through his first gear with his motor really reving, though he makes up perhaps one bike length. Then he's got to shift and I stretch it out again. "Good Girl Kimmie"!
He gets into second and sails by me just before our finish line.
So, I didn't win. However. . . I feel if I hadn't given him that break at the start it would have been neck and neck. Even a good chance I would've taken the win.
We get to the next light and he compliments me and my scooter and I do the same for him. He's all smiles and says, "man, we could go to jail for this sh_t, and right here in the middle of town too!" We laugh about it and go our separate ways.
Well, I could say I won't give any more "head starts" to any Harleys cause I'd sure like to beat one. But I'm happy the way it turned out -- me and him laughing.
I'm still going to re-tune my new clutch. I'm certain I can get more out of it at low end. In the back of my mind I'm dreaming of a bigger carb.
