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So I'm commuting to work early morning and I hear this rumble of a bike approaching past me in the left lane next to me. I glance over to look and maybe give a welcome sign. The guy totally snubs me. The black leather, gang emblemized jacket he is wearing dictates his attitude. Harley Davidson Fatboy with a small cooler bungeed to the rear of his seat. He lane splits up to the light between cars and stops. I figure I go up to him and give a little "I'm a biker too" ya know look to him. He gives my bike a look once over, then leans over with his right hand in cupping fashion over his ear as if trying to hear something. So he takes off and I follow just behind him in the next lane to his right. We approach another light and he has to stop behind the cars at the light. Guess it's too narrow for him, so I proceed through between the cars up to the light. I then hear him rumbling in the left turn lane to get in front of the first car at the light up next to me. He is revving and looking for a run. The light turns green and I'm thinking that potential ticket or not, I'm not taking that insult. I quickly get up to speed, somewhere between 1st and 2nd the front wheel lifts a little and I'm long gone. I look back in my mirrors and I see his now, tiny headlight way back. I don't know what he was thinking. Some guys can be real turds. I like all kind of bikes, even HDs. But there's always gotta be some that are real jerks. Reminds me of an ex-friend who would come up to my bike and make like he's pulling a cord like starting a lawn mower next to my bike's engine.
Thanks for letting me rant a bit. :-D