Coming home tonight, I took off from a set of lights, a bit pacier than normal (after seeing and hearing a guy on a GSXR going the other way and hooning a bit - actually I think he pulled a mono - I heard that clutching up sound). Anyway I hit prolly about 100km/h before backing off to just over 80km/h. Looking in my rear view I see a bike coming up hard and fast behind me, as it gets a little closer I can make out the blue light above the rider and think uh-oh here we go. He pulled up in the lane next to me and points to the dials (actually I see his suspension on his bimmer bounce off as he releases the throttle!), I give him one of those I've been naughty kind of nods and off he goes, full blast, splitting like he's showing me how it should be done, getting back to the station (I saw him pull in about 2 minutes later). No wonder I didn't see him anywhere around me at the lights if his splitting through the traffic on Nepean was any kind of example. What a showoff! Ah well at least he didn't actually pull me over and write me up, I wonder if I'd been on a full on sports bike and without the ventura rack and bag if it'd be different? I dunno why I'm writing this here, is this a confessional perchance? Thanks for listening.