I was headed out yesterday at 9:00am to meet a few buddies for what was planned as a 200ish mile day of riding. Got on jeans, boots, Joe Rocket textile, Nitro gloves, helmet, mp3 player is going, tank bag stuffed with maps and beverages etc... About 2 miles from my house is this road about 150 years old, litererally 2 carts wide, it's paved and winds though the woods and farms, it is about 1.5 miles long and has 1 house on it. I zip down this thing at about 80 MPH same as always. Well out of nowhere(scared the crap out of me) this idiot on a 7R screams past me in a corner on the left side of the road hanging off, doing probably 120 MPH. He's wearing sandals, shorts, a tank top and a helmet. I catch up to him at the end of the road (he is waiting for me). He looks at me makes a gun shape with his fingers, pulls the trigger, and then makes the gesture like he's blowing the smoke from the barrel. He then proceeds to do a standing burnout an take off again to the right, I was going left.
WTF???
Did I really lose??? I'm sure if I actually was racing...