Funny how the silly ones are always gunning for the top dog. I had a Porsche 944 in its intro model year. A kid driving a company pickup was so hell bent to pass me on the interstate, in traffic, that he raced down the right shoulder of the road until he was able to cut in front of me in the left lane. Then the fool blew the engine on the boss' truck. Did you ever watch those old WWII fighter gun camera films, where the pilot nails the Messerschmidt, and parts, smoke and oil fly off it into the plane that's shooting it down. Well, that's what happened to me. I had oil all over my windshield and I swear small engine parts flew by as well.
Then there was A.J. "Suburbanite" Foyt, in his new red Thunderbird, who wanted to race me through the twisties. He got so frustrated when I nearly drove up his trunk that he lost control of his car on a curve. He careened into an embankment, flipped over high into the air as I rounded the bend, and came to rest upside down, balanced across the hood of an oncoming station wagon with a mother and 3 kids in it. THANK GOD no one in the station wagon was injured. It was kind of a miracle. A.J. crawled out from under his heavily destroyed T'Bird and asked me if he was hurt. He had a cut over his eye. The cops were suspicious of some shenanigans but couldn't prove much because I had told A.J. to blame his crash on the freshly graveled shoulder of the road, which in fact had contributed to the wreck, and which I substantiated for the cop as I bid a hasty Adieu and disappeared into the night. Now that I've recalled this incident maybe I should be less willing to take on some of these drivers who are clearly in over their heads. Perhaps all Hayabusa owners should do the same. Stop to let Silver Foxes in hats pull out in front of us on two lane roads. Allow Mustangs to blow our fairings off at green lights................ NAH!