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Took the Black Brick out for a spin last weekend to one of my favorite "test areas". Was stopped at a red light, in the left lane of a three lane highway, with about a mile of wide open rode ahead. My windows were down. A new, bright yellow and black Hemi Charger pulled up behind me. In the far right was a very new looking Mercedes AMG S class. Then a big white church van looking thing pulled up in the center lane. I remember thinking to myself that at least one of these chumps had better have the balls to take a run at this grandpa car. I was hoping that the AMG and Mopar would both be game and allow me some milti-kill bragging rights. Or as the Chicken would say, (Lunchables).
I was still pondering my battle field objectives when the sound of a bike caught my ears. It was a bright red Ducati splitting the lanes behind us. It soon stopped at the line between the church van and the AMG. Wow! I thought. This could get interesting.
This is what the bike looked like. The rider looked to be about 150-160 lbs.
Green light! I started to roll into the gas peddle while watching to see if anyone was going to go. The Hemi sled was right with me as I pulled away from the line. I hadn't gotten half way across the intersection when the sound of the bike going WOT was loud in my right side window. I quickly glanced over my right shoulder to see him making a run at me. As I crossed the other side of the intersection, I eased the gas peddle to the carpet. I felt the Micky Thompson drag radials get a bit loose but I was just able to stay in it as the bike was now just in my right side window. I'm guessing that he shifted to second gear at about the same time as my big tires hooked hard with 24 lbs of boost thrown at them. From second gear, up to about 80 mph he was behind my rear pillar. By the time we hit over a buck twenty I had him just in my rear view mirror, about three or four cars back. We both clicked it off about the same time. I then looked back to see the yellow Hemi about twenty cars back but well ahead of the pack. The AMG S class was no where to be seen.
As I came to a full stop at the next red light, the loud sound of a air compressor on steroids came up next to the right side of my car. I leaned over and held out my right hand in the riders direction. He reached in and shook it, while yelling threw his full faced helmet that he couldn't believe how fast my car was. I asked him what size his bike was. He said "What? I can't hear you. I've got ear plugs in". I held my hands in the air with the palms towards each other and repeated my question in a loud voice. He nodded his head and stated "It's only a 750". I gave him a thumbs up and yelled (so he could hear me) "Nice bike". The light had now once again turned green. We waved and slowly cruised away along with the traffic that had now caught back up with us. Over the next few miles, I got next to that Yellow Hemi Dodge a few times and looked over. He just kept looking straight ahead.
My guess is that he got spanked by a GN, a Ducati and a maybe even a white church van.
I'm just picking up the slack while the Chicken is down.
Happy spooling.
I was still pondering my battle field objectives when the sound of a bike caught my ears. It was a bright red Ducati splitting the lanes behind us. It soon stopped at the line between the church van and the AMG. Wow! I thought. This could get interesting.
This is what the bike looked like. The rider looked to be about 150-160 lbs.
Green light! I started to roll into the gas peddle while watching to see if anyone was going to go. The Hemi sled was right with me as I pulled away from the line. I hadn't gotten half way across the intersection when the sound of the bike going WOT was loud in my right side window. I quickly glanced over my right shoulder to see him making a run at me. As I crossed the other side of the intersection, I eased the gas peddle to the carpet. I felt the Micky Thompson drag radials get a bit loose but I was just able to stay in it as the bike was now just in my right side window. I'm guessing that he shifted to second gear at about the same time as my big tires hooked hard with 24 lbs of boost thrown at them. From second gear, up to about 80 mph he was behind my rear pillar. By the time we hit over a buck twenty I had him just in my rear view mirror, about three or four cars back. We both clicked it off about the same time. I then looked back to see the yellow Hemi about twenty cars back but well ahead of the pack. The AMG S class was no where to be seen.
As I came to a full stop at the next red light, the loud sound of a air compressor on steroids came up next to the right side of my car. I leaned over and held out my right hand in the riders direction. He reached in and shook it, while yelling threw his full faced helmet that he couldn't believe how fast my car was. I asked him what size his bike was. He said "What? I can't hear you. I've got ear plugs in". I held my hands in the air with the palms towards each other and repeated my question in a loud voice. He nodded his head and stated "It's only a 750". I gave him a thumbs up and yelled (so he could hear me) "Nice bike". The light had now once again turned green. We waved and slowly cruised away along with the traffic that had now caught back up with us. Over the next few miles, I got next to that Yellow Hemi Dodge a few times and looked over. He just kept looking straight ahead.
My guess is that he got spanked by a GN, a Ducati and a maybe even a white church van.
I'm just picking up the slack while the Chicken is down.
Happy spooling.
