going down 45N to 35W, find a sportbike of unknown make and model (in order to save what looked like a hayabusa's face) but it was gray with japanese writing. anyway, the road is somewhat twisty for a hwy, but as he passes, I take off after him anyway. I catch up as he's letting off, and I follow him for a moment until I find an opening, then I go and catch him by suprise. we battle for a moment before we catch up to traffic and he's forced to move in behind me. (:ylsuper )
I am tickled to death, as we pass by a mustang gt with a couple of stickers, he guns it and moves to the mustangs right. I am all the way left, gt's in the middle, and I gun it. the gt must think I'm nuts going after the bike, and moves in behind me, but I change lanes and leave him searching for my tailights.
I catch the bike, just as he lets off, I rev and move over to the left and he follows me. I get stuck behind another car and he moves around to the left just as I change into the middle lane. I can't see him behind or to the right, and I make a pretty nifty lane change back to the left as I run out of room straight ahead in the middle lane, and stay hard on the gas. about 10 seconds later, I am forced to slow because my exit is coming up (thankfully on the left), and I realize the bike is at least 3-4 cars back. this earns me a sweet 11grand flyby in full race tuck, as he continues on and I exit.
I have absolutely no reason to B.S. you guys. this was as unbelievable for me as it is for you to read.
needless to say, I am second guessing my move to the 240. I've already made up my mind, but I'm gonna miss the respect when 2 civics pull up to my door like they want some, and immediately back off and keep a respectable 2-3 car lengths back, and yellow mustang gt's punk out to my 4 cylinder.