Early this morning, on my way to work, I could hear the very loud sound of an obnoxious Harley way in front of me. Event though it was dark and foggy, I could still see his taillight weaving in and around traffic as he blasted to pass cars about a quarter mile in front of me. I could just imagine all the people sleeping in the neighborhood being awakened at 5 am by this guy just making all kinds of racket. He really wasn’t going anywhere any faster than anyone else because there was simply too much traffic. There was a stoplight approaching where most of the traffic stays in the right lane because there is a right turn that leads to a road that leads to the freeway onramp. If you time it just right, you can stay in the left lane and pass the traffic in the right lane as the light turns green. You can still easily make the right hand turn without impeding traffic in anyway. Not the politest thing to do but my commute is way over an hour long in the morning I take advantage of this maneuver whenever the light is timed right. The Harley happened to be the first stopped vehicle in the right hand lane this morning as I went by in the left on a green light. I merged into the right hand lane and turned right as planned. Even though I in no way cut off the Harley rider, I guess he couldn’t allow me to be in front of him so after the corner he decided he needed to pass me. I could hear a loud noise behind me that sounded like a pair of sick cows hacking up flem in a semi unison manner. I gave him plenty of room to pass because I could tell he was struggling in the acceleration department. I heard one of the cows die and then come back alive momentarily and then die again. The bike truly sounded like it was suffering when it pulled up along side of me. It was clearly seeking mercy, but the rider gave it none, and reached for even more power. He slowly passed and pulled out in front of me. Then he slowed down, pulled in the clutch, and proceeded to rev up the motor and blast me with those damn pipes. I let this go on for longer than I should have and then slipped it into second and started to accelerate around him. As expected, passing him was not in his plan, so he also accelerated. It was clear neither one of us was going to let the other make it to the freeway onramp first. My Ford Taurus stomped him… Cool *Stolen from the Katana owners forum I frequent and was originally lifted from the Honda CB750/900/1100 website.