It seems that almost every time I am out for a ride on my bike (pretty much every bike I have ever owned) some yahoo in a sports car wants to drag race me. Today I was going through down town and a Nissan 300ZX twinturbo pulled along side me and blipped his throttle a few times. We came to a red light and I looked over at him. He hit the throttle again and again. When the light went green he mashed it and then slowed down to egg me on. We came to another red light and he did it again.
Now I know my Hot Rod would leave him in the rear view pretty quickly and I am not shy to a good old fashion drag race, but I do have the smarts that racing in pedestrian covered streets is not wise. I am easily tempted to put him in his place at the next light, but I am also patient. I am guessing by the sound of his Borla exhaust that he has a pretty nice tuner engine under that bonnet, but there is no way that his 0 to 60 time is faster than mine (maybe close, but not faster). So I figure what the heck, I'll wait until we get to the highway and blow his doors off. I am thinking: I'll beat him off the light and run it up to 65 (the speed limit) and then shut it down to show this Z what the Hot Rod is made of.
We come to the last light before the highway opens up and there is no traffic in front of us. I flip open my lid, look over, wink, and close my lid. I look ahead, watch the yellow light in the opposite lane, scan for traffic (none), get the rpms up for a proper launch and then hit the light like I was off the tree. He never got close to my bike until I shut it down at 65. He also shut it down at 65 and the run was over. He gave me a friendly wave (like thanks for the fun) and then when ahead.
BTW, don't watch Formula 1 racing on tv and then go for a ride. That Abu Dhabi race was sick.
Sparty