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It was a beautiful So Cal day today. The kinda day that you try to justify to yourself the high cost of living on The West Coast. On this day, I was invited to cruise the coast to lunch in Gary Wells Beautiful, four door luxury car. This Cady is a living room on wheels. The thing's got leather and power everything. When our So Western Moderator offered me the opportunity to pilot this 4222 lb land yacht, I jumped at the chance.
Not long after leaving our Mexican food restaurant, I noticed a newish super bike cutting through traffic and falling in behind us as we were stacked up at a red light. By the following red light, we found each other side by side, with a mile of open road ahead. Looking at the bright green bike, the frame had been polished within an inch of it's life. Almost looked like chrome. It sounded good too. It looked to have an aftermarket pipe. The dude was fitted with all matching leathers and helmet. I tried to make eye contact with him, but he just kinda looked the other way.
About this time I think I mentioned something to Gary about getting on the gas a bit and blowing out the carbon. These old Cadys need to have this done ya know
. He kindly gave me the approving nod. As soon as our light went green, we both smartly rolled into the gas. The bike's front tire was at Gary's passenger side door. I could hear the bike's engine winding up to get past us, but the big old engine in our Chevy just kept him at the door until about 80 mph where for some reason, the Ninja just seemed to loose heart and back off. I was quite disappointed, considering the fact that I didn't even have the Cady close to half throttle yet.
A few miles later, the polished Kawasaki once again ended up behind us. I slowed down to let the traffic get about an eighth of a mile ahead of us and to let the bike go around us. As the speedo dropped to 35 mph in the 60 zone, the bike refused to go around us. Maybe he just liked the looks of the back of our car. Maybe he was reading Gary's licence plate frame, dedicated to his favorite Whiskey, "Hennessey".
I soon got board of this and matted the go pedal. Dang! That Chevy sounds really good once you get the secondaries on that big ol Quadrajet opened up.
Rumor has it that Gary's been doing some work on that sled lately. Wholly cow! Within seconds, telephone poles were going past our windows like a picked fence. We closed in on those cars within seconds. I think the bike was trying to keep up, but it was hard to tell cuz he was just a speck in the rear view mirror with his chin stuck to the gas tank. 
I don't have any pictures of Gary's car. Maybe he can post some, or what he's done to it. Here's a picture I found that looks very close to Gary's car. Note: If you guys pull up next to this car at a light, Be scared. Be very scared...
Gary,
It was a fun day. Thanks for lunch and thanks for letting my flog the old Cheby.
Mike Barnard
Not long after leaving our Mexican food restaurant, I noticed a newish super bike cutting through traffic and falling in behind us as we were stacked up at a red light. By the following red light, we found each other side by side, with a mile of open road ahead. Looking at the bright green bike, the frame had been polished within an inch of it's life. Almost looked like chrome. It sounded good too. It looked to have an aftermarket pipe. The dude was fitted with all matching leathers and helmet. I tried to make eye contact with him, but he just kinda looked the other way.
About this time I think I mentioned something to Gary about getting on the gas a bit and blowing out the carbon. These old Cadys need to have this done ya know
. He kindly gave me the approving nod. As soon as our light went green, we both smartly rolled into the gas. The bike's front tire was at Gary's passenger side door. I could hear the bike's engine winding up to get past us, but the big old engine in our Chevy just kept him at the door until about 80 mph where for some reason, the Ninja just seemed to loose heart and back off. I was quite disappointed, considering the fact that I didn't even have the Cady close to half throttle yet.A few miles later, the polished Kawasaki once again ended up behind us. I slowed down to let the traffic get about an eighth of a mile ahead of us and to let the bike go around us. As the speedo dropped to 35 mph in the 60 zone, the bike refused to go around us. Maybe he just liked the looks of the back of our car. Maybe he was reading Gary's licence plate frame, dedicated to his favorite Whiskey, "Hennessey".
I soon got board of this and matted the go pedal. Dang! That Chevy sounds really good once you get the secondaries on that big ol Quadrajet opened up.
Rumor has it that Gary's been doing some work on that sled lately. Wholly cow! Within seconds, telephone poles were going past our windows like a picked fence. We closed in on those cars within seconds. I think the bike was trying to keep up, but it was hard to tell cuz he was just a speck in the rear view mirror with his chin stuck to the gas tank. I don't have any pictures of Gary's car. Maybe he can post some, or what he's done to it. Here's a picture I found that looks very close to Gary's car. Note: If you guys pull up next to this car at a light, Be scared. Be very scared...
Gary,
It was a fun day. Thanks for lunch and thanks for letting my flog the old Cheby.
Mike Barnard
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