evil_henchman
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I live in the biker trash capitol of northern California, lovely Rio Linda. All you Sacramento area folks know what I'm talking about. I live just off Rio Linda Blvd and it seems like every other vehicle going by is a HD with open pipes and hammered down. God how I've come to hate those people :angry:
Anyway, there's guy who often hits the stop light with me in the morning. He rides a massive hog with open pipes, the most obnoxious SOB you can imagine. He has riding habits to match. Loves to pass with the throttle wide open and doesn't mind making everybody else on the road swerve to avoid crashing.
So I see his fat ass in the mirror this morning coming up fast and I say to myself not today a**hole! About the time he comes abreast and my teeth are starting to rattle from his lous ass pipes, I downshift and hammer down. Front wheel comes up a couple of inches and he's a speck in the mirror stuck behind the 3 trucks I passed in a heartbeat.
I turned left up the road a bit and he went by as I was waiting and I swear he sounded humbled. At least he wasn't wide open anyway. God that felt good
Anyway, there's guy who often hits the stop light with me in the morning. He rides a massive hog with open pipes, the most obnoxious SOB you can imagine. He has riding habits to match. Loves to pass with the throttle wide open and doesn't mind making everybody else on the road swerve to avoid crashing.
So I see his fat ass in the mirror this morning coming up fast and I say to myself not today a**hole! About the time he comes abreast and my teeth are starting to rattle from his lous ass pipes, I downshift and hammer down. Front wheel comes up a couple of inches and he's a speck in the mirror stuck behind the 3 trucks I passed in a heartbeat.
I turned left up the road a bit and he went by as I was waiting and I swear he sounded humbled. At least he wasn't wide open anyway. God that felt good
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