(gunmetalbusa @ Jan. 07 2007,21:46) Last summer I was relaxing along on a deserted two lane at around 60 when out of the blue a bike appeared in my mirrors, before long he was on me and then passing at around 85-90 range. An old school chopper with a legitamate old school biker on board. It was cold and windy that day.
I thought,.... let him go,... for .5 seconds,... then the right wrist adjustment.
The reason I was in this area was I wanted a couple high speed runs on this straight section that allows for 150+ for three or four minutes. I had run my fuel down and the harley was heading up the road, next gas, 80 miles. SOoo, I quickly reeled him in, passed and proceeded to set the new pace. 100. He hung, hair flying... I'm fully geared up with helmet (comfortable). We cruize another 5 miles.... Then he passes... 110 or so.
So I follow closely behind, I'm looking at my gas gage, not good. I kept wondering how long this guy was going to beat that poor old V-twin. I pass again and carry my speed up to 140 for 30seconds hoping to seperate enough to bow out. I look back and he's not as far back as I expected. I proceed at 120 for a couple minutes. He stays with me!!! I'm now wondering if I'll get home, and I'm talking high desert Idaho. The only decent thing to do was disappear,... so I throttled briefly,.... saw 160 as a corner approached, slowed, turned around out of his sight and passed him on the way back. I nodded he didn't respond.
I wonder if he damaged his motor, or if he ran out of gas, (He had a little tear dropped shaped tank. One thing I learned on that trip, always stay full at every opportunity, also, you never know what an old school biker dude might do to keep up. Maybe he was a ghost.
