Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: San Jose, CA, United States
A Good Clean Harley Kill
Well, I'm on my way home from the office. The temp is 97* and traffic is moderate. I was going to stop at a Chevron near the office but when I got there it's closed. Yellow caution tape around all the islands.
I think to myself, I'll stop at the one on the way home just off the freeway. I'll just have to go past it, flip a bitch, and fuel.
Coming off the freeway, I split the lane and filter to the front at the red light. I'm in the number two of three lanes plus a double left turner. I saw a lot of traffic on the approach to the light plus a Harley in the number 1 lane so I don't want to fight my way over with all the merging cagers.
I'm stopped at the light splitting the number two and three and the Harley splits number one and two. It's a very long light, lite rail goes by and makes the light even longer. The Harley guy, dressed in shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and brain bucket keeps blipping the throttle. Several times he blips the trottle, each time with progressively higher RPM's. Did I mention it's 97*?
I'm thinking to myself, I've got about 110 to 125 yards going up before there's a left turn cut-out in the median so I can flip it and get fuel. No way is this guy gonna try and drag race me off the line with his 65 hp antique noise maker. The Harley was no more than a year or two old. Blipping, blipping, blipping the throttle. I'm just setting there enjoying the idle sound coming from my 167 hp time machine coming out of my Leo Vince, hoping the light changes 'cause I need some air moving around me.
No ones in the on coming left turn so I know the lights gonna be quick to turn when it's our turn.
The light finally turns green and guess what? He want's to race. The guy pin's it WOT off the line. I got off to a brisk start knowing I need to pull to the left two lanes to get in front of the line up and make my turn.
The guys serious. He's trying to drag me from the light! We've just gotten about 3/4 through this large intersection and he ain't back'en off. I don't want to fall in behind him and risk some wantabe tuner "racer" (there's lots of them out here) plugging up my spot and putting me at risk. So, whatta I do. I don't pin it. I give about 3/4 throttle and smoke him while my front wheel is about 3 or 4 inches off the asphalt, slide over in front of him. I checked my mirror to make sure he was falling back, and oh....... was he falling back. Getting real tiny in my rear view.
I'm in the left turn lane, at a full and complete stop for about 3 seconds before he goes by, just looking straight ahead like all he ever wanted to do was just cruise.
K1200S $20,000.00, Mods $$$$$$?, Gear $1,000.00, smok'en this douche.................................... Priceless.
2006 K1200S "Bumble Bee" Leo Vince Evo2 Ti can, Pazzo shorty's black/gold, Rizoma rearsets, grip puppies, MRA Vario screen, Sandbar Composites "dog bones", RhinoMoto ft axle, barend, swing arm sliders, GSG body sliders, snorkles out, Corbin w/pillion back rest, chrome reverse muffler bearings, hone extruded hyper dirve,
If you can't run with the big dogs.... stay on the porch.