James Burleigh
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Coming up US 101 Sunday on the second leg of my Phoenix to San Francisco ride, doing about 80 to break away from several cars I'd gotten tired of playing patty-cake with, I spotted a couple of Harleys up ahead. As I approached them from about a quarter mile back, I saw that they were cruising in staggered formation in the left of the two lanes.
As I got a little closer, the rider on the right makes a lane change into the right lane. I figured he had pulled up to say something to his buddy, but he would get back over when they saw me come up, or the guy in the left lane would move over into the slower lane.
No dice.
I rode behind those two guys, who had a couple of wimmin on the back, for several minutes while they cruised at about 65 in the left wheel tracks of both lanes. My mind was racing, from "They must not see me" to "Should I flash my lights to get their attention?" to "Should I honk my horn?" to "These guys are f**king a**holes!"
Clearly they knew I was on their a**, sitting behind them in the right wheel track of the left (fast) lane. But they wouldn't budge.
No way was I going to go up the middle, since they might shift position just as I made my move. Within a few minutes the guy in the right lane moved over to pass an even slower-moving car, and as he started to move back into his right-lane position, I dropped it a gear and did an end-o way wide around him to his right before he could get back in his a**-hole blocking position.
As I shot around I looked over my shoulder at the f**ktards and shook my head. It was all I could do, not having a shotgun on me with the attendant fiat of being King of the World when that sh*t won't be tolerated and so summary executions would be in order.
As I pulled ahead, I could see a mile back that they were doing a traffic stop on the cars I'd gotten away from, 'cause no cage lights came ahead of them.
What are they thinking?! When they buy a Harley, do they get a manual with a chapter entitled "How to be an A**hole"? :angry:
As I got a little closer, the rider on the right makes a lane change into the right lane. I figured he had pulled up to say something to his buddy, but he would get back over when they saw me come up, or the guy in the left lane would move over into the slower lane.
No dice.
I rode behind those two guys, who had a couple of wimmin on the back, for several minutes while they cruised at about 65 in the left wheel tracks of both lanes. My mind was racing, from "They must not see me" to "Should I flash my lights to get their attention?" to "Should I honk my horn?" to "These guys are f**king a**holes!"
Clearly they knew I was on their a**, sitting behind them in the right wheel track of the left (fast) lane. But they wouldn't budge.
No way was I going to go up the middle, since they might shift position just as I made my move. Within a few minutes the guy in the right lane moved over to pass an even slower-moving car, and as he started to move back into his right-lane position, I dropped it a gear and did an end-o way wide around him to his right before he could get back in his a**-hole blocking position.
As I shot around I looked over my shoulder at the f**ktards and shook my head. It was all I could do, not having a shotgun on me with the attendant fiat of being King of the World when that sh*t won't be tolerated and so summary executions would be in order.
As I pulled ahead, I could see a mile back that they were doing a traffic stop on the cars I'd gotten away from, 'cause no cage lights came ahead of them.
What are they thinking?! When they buy a Harley, do they get a manual with a chapter entitled "How to be an A**hole"? :angry:
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