was thinking about posting this in the jokes section, seems more relevant here. FYI, some of my best friends are harleys so don't go calling me names
> Wayne reports:
>
>
> I raced a Harley today and after some really hard
> riding I managed to PASS the
> guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
> twisting sections of canyon
> road with no straight sections to speak of and where
> most of the curves have
> warning signs that say "15 MPH".
>
> I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters
> with those big-cubic-inch
> motors, it would have to be a place like this where
> handling and rider skill are
> more important than horsepower alone.
>
> I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns
> and knew I could catch him,
> but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my
> braking and cornering. three
> corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was
> one thing; passing him
> would prove to be another.
>
> Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we
> sailed down the mountain. I
> think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I
> nearly got by him before he
> could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage
> to pull up next to him as we
> started to enter the corners but when we came out
> he'd get on the throttle and
> outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to
> overcome, but this only made
> me more determined than ever.
>
> My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off
> squeezing the lever until the last
> instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
> instant I was by him. Corner
> after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as
> he struggled to keep up.
> Three more miles to go before the road straightens
> out and he would pass me for
> good.
>
> But now I was in the lead and he would no longer
> hold me back. I stretched out
> my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
> canyon, he was more than a
> full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my
> rear-view mirror.
>
> Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it
> took miles before he passed
> me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
> was no match for that kind
> of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest
> section of road, where bravery
> and skill count for more than horsepower and deep
> pockets, I had passed him.
> though it was not easy, I had won the race to the
> bottom of the canyon and I had
> preserved the proud tradition of one of the best
> bits of britiron.
>
> I will always remember that moment. I don't think
> I've ever pedaled so hard in
> my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh
> cycles, as well. They really
> make a great bicycle...