...and was up to about 100 mph when I saw a light bar on top of the brown Ford ahead of me. It was a trooper.
They must be behind the times in Utah. The newer light bars are barely --what? --three inches high? --and almost invisible.
I realized that the car corners faster than a Harley (and goes faster, too) when I came up on a group of riders and they couldn't go fast enough for me. They had to pull over to let me pass. Buncha tough guys.
Maybe I am (was) just a lousy rider, but bikes at road speeds are not as maneuverable as a car despite legends to the contrary.
Except maybe in the sense that you can do a lane change with your eight foot bike into the nine foot gap between the cars in the next lane. After making a casual, devil-may care, very brief and deliberately sloppy hand-signal, of course. With one imperious index finger to point the way.
You can do a quick maneuver with countersteering to avoid a pavement hazard, but you end up after that operation going the same way in the same track anyhow.
"Tough guys." Heh. Probably lawyers and accountants and CEOs with 2.3 kids each and one on the way and a litter of puppies to sell and $500K homes in subdivisions with 10K square foot lots.
And two-car garages stuffed with lawnmowers and edgers and maybe some woodworking tools and a table saw and a Lexus with just enough space left over for their bikes.
And a swing set in the yard.
Oh, and $300 shy of their limit on their Mastercards.
Terry, "Sounds just like me," 230RN