Had to work on Sunday, and rode my FJR the 32 miles. Crossing the overpass to get on 4-lane U.S. 69, I saw another bike go by at a fairly brisk clip. I thought, "I'll just catch this sucker, and use him for a front door in case of any radar traps this morning." Well I had to get up to 100 to catch him as he slid by all the slower traffic. But I just settled in about 1/8 mile behind him, while he ran 85-90 mph. As we got near town, I saw that he would be easy meat for that city cop who often shoots pictures over the last hill into McAlester. So I whipped up to get in front of him, and slowed in front of him. What the hell?! He was riding a ******* scooter!! I was chasing a scooter for 21 miles! I slowed down beside a semi, so he had to do the same. Sure enough, there was Smokey waitin' over the hill, so I saved his ***. But a scooter . . . . when did they start makin' em so big and so fast?