I had a funny little incident while traveling down Foothill Blvd yesterday. I was splitting lanes coming up to red lights so I could get out ahead of the pack and get some smooth sailing to the next one at the speed limit, of course. The old Bullet gets out of the hole quite nicely unless somebody wants to make a race out of it, then I just let them by. Coming off a light I looked in the mirrors to see which was the slower lane so I could get into it and not hold anyone up. In the left lane, I see a guy rapidly closing in on me so I moved to the right lane at the 45mph limit and this guy went roaring by in his Mustang. OK, have fun, guy. A couple of seconds later a second car went ripping by. It was a cop!
As I caught up with them, the cop was getting out of his car and looking at me like he missed one or something. I was just smiling as I went by, not so much at the cop, but just because I was riding my Motorsickle.
God, I live this bike!
Bare