I was coming home from work a few weeks ago and had a little fun with an early 90's ninja.It started when I was in a 45mph zone on the outskirts of town,when I heard the distinct scream of a crotch rocket .He was 3 cars back and flew around all of us at same time then sat up looked back at me and smiled.I could tell it was older and a little beat,but it was sprayed flat black so I couldn't tell what size it was. When we were just getting into the 55 mph zone I put the pedal to the floor to pass him. He tucked himself tight to the tank and dropped a gear but I was not to be denied. I passed him easy and took it up to about 120mph as he tried to catch me, but I just kept putting distance between us.I came to my turn off and as I hoped he followed. I slowed to almost a stop and signalled for him to make another turn where we would have a solid mile of straight road and no intersections or houses.It looked like he was going to take the turn but changed his mind and went screaming away

 

haha nice run those bikes sure can move, but the older smaller ones are abit slow, still quick enough to take most cars out there tho

 

wow seems like u kill alotta things with ur car

 

I don't do to much racing on the streets,but this was in the right spot at the right time.Besides this guy must have been a plumber and there was no way I was going to get stuck looking at his butt crack all the way home