spalkin
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It's a cool, clear Saturday night and I figure traffic through town should be light enough to let me through so I head out for the city lights. I'm cruising light to light through the campus area and it's hoppin'. The light ahead turns yellow and I end up on the line beside a compact with four young kids out on a double date. The girls are in the back seat and the one closest to me is flirting shamelessly as young girls do. I slowly look over and she's staring at me with loving eyes and gives me little wave. I hesitate and just raise my chin to give her half a nod. The guys in the front seat are going, "What the hell are you doing! Don't look at him!". The opposing light turns yellow so I kick first gear and the bike lurches and settles. On green it's a perfect take off and I'm gone.
I can't see what they see. Are we feared? Do they think we're rogue mercs? Armed killers? Hooligans? Gods who do something that they could never do? I'm sure no one on board that car knew what I was riding - I do know that seeing an FJR in traffic is like seeing a Koenigsegg to any layman, though.
It's ironic, because I'm much more afraid of them than they are of me.
I can't see what they see. Are we feared? Do they think we're rogue mercs? Armed killers? Hooligans? Gods who do something that they could never do? I'm sure no one on board that car knew what I was riding - I do know that seeing an FJR in traffic is like seeing a Koenigsegg to any layman, though.
It's ironic, because I'm much more afraid of them than they are of me.