This means war!!!

If you are serious take it to the strip. Aside from the risk of death(yours or some innocent bystander) or improsinment there is always the you jumped to soon or left early story that comes after a street race. Never a clean and clear victory on the street.
 
Well for anybody who is interested..Came home today expecting the guy with the ZX10 to call around 1:00. He said he was getting a new sprocket put on. So I waited patiently, well not really patiently,until around 3:00. I got no call. So around 3:00 I figured he was a no show and commenced my afternoon nap. Woke up around 6:00 and there it was the message from hell.:banghead: Claiming he was the new king and I was scared to show up. And what makes it so bad there were quite a few associates that had came to see this show. So I immediately called back but no answer. Around 900pm he called back and said he was sleep but the damage for today was done. Soooo...we planned a definite time of Friday at 2:00pm. I'll let him relish in his so called victory until then. Don't fret fellow busanians. Victory will be mine. Until then.....to be continued:laugh:
I would asume your planning on a chase bike to tell the tail, So your gonna have three bikes popping 160=170mph on the street risking your lives and the well being of your familys and anybody else thats on the road just so you can talk smack at work? have I ever raced on the street? YES, will I do it again? I HOPE NOT, will I go the drag strip and ride it like I stool it? ANY TIME SOME BODY WANTS AH PEICE!
 
I'm live in the sticks where there is PLENTY of backroads with no homes or anything else for that matter. This won't be a dragrace from a standstill anyway just a rollon type race. Its not the rider I'm against its the bike. I have to be more worried about the road kill than anyone on the street and if anyone is going to say that they haven't had a rollon with someone they were riding with they are probably lying. If you never turned the throttle back on your busa you should own a scooter. I'm no poser here but I'm not stupid enough to do it where it's unsafe. Been doing this thing for 38years.
 
OK. Just got back. We met at a local bike shop and it was quite a few people there to see this. Four or five other bikes and and a couple of cars. Don't really like that many people around when your doing wrong but we went ahead anyway. Took him out to a long backroad about a couple of miles out of town. When we got there I tested the surface and she slipped through about 3 gears. I didn't feel comfortable at all with this but it was too late now. My tire was already at 18lbs. Didn't want to go any lower. So we lined up and settled upon doing a roll on from 2nd gear. He agreed. We took off and my baby spun like a sewing machine. I watched his bike leap out about a bike length. I went to another gear and she sat there and spun but he was still a length on me. I went to fourth and I felt here catch. From then on it was like the matrix. Whe she stop spinning it was like I was shot out of a sling shot. I went by him so fast I thought he had stopped. When I looked in my mirror he was fading VERY FAST. We turned around and went back the way we came and it was the same think only she stopped spinning a little earlier leaving him watching my taillights even earlier. When we got back I told him "You better respect dem busas". All he can do was smile. To make matters worse he raced the first busa that he said he beat and that busa torn him a new a..shole..Twice. After that we left and when we got down the road we had company. Blue lights. OH s..t. He stopped the last couple of bike the rest of us kept going. Before we got back he had stopped everyone but me and another guy. We had all took different roads. We weren't running from them but since they stopped the last few guys we just kept riding the speed limit. No one got a ticket because he didn't see us but it was close. Hail The busa!!!! Kawasaki beware we are out there looking to feed on you.....:bowdown: Loading up now to go to the track. Go figure..:laugh: Later
 
OK. Just got back. We met at a local bike shop and it was quite a few people there to see this. Four or five other bikes and and a couple of cars. Don't really like that many people around when your doing wrong but we went ahead anyway. Took him out to a long backroad about a couple of miles out of town. When we got there I tested the surface and she slipped through about 3 gears. I didn't feel comfortable at all with this but it was too late now. My tire was already at 18lbs. Didn't want to go any lower. So we lined up and settled upon doing a roll on from 2nd gear. He agreed. We took off and my baby spun like a sewing machine. I watched his bike leap out about a bike length. I went to another gear and she sat there and spun but he was still a length on me. I went to fourth and I felt here catch. From then on it was like the matrix. Whe she stop spinning it was like I was shot out of a sling shot. I went by him so fast I thought he had stopped. When I looked in my mirror he was fading VERY FAST. We turned around and went back the way we came and it was the same think only she stopped spinning a little earlier leaving him watching my taillights even earlier. When we got back I told him "You better respect dem busas". All he can do was smile. To make matters worse he raced the first busa that he said he beat and that busa torn him a new a..shole..Twice. After that we left and when we got down the road we had company. Blue lights. OH s..t. He stopped the last couple of bike the rest of us kept going. Before we got back he had stopped everyone but me and another guy. We had all took different roads. We weren't running from them but since they stopped the last few guys we just kept riding the speed limit. No one got a ticket because he didn't see us but it was close. Hail The busa!!!! Kawasaki beware we are out there looking to feed on you.....:bowdown: Loading up now to go to the track. Go figure..:laugh: Later

That's whats up! Way to represent! Damn you didn't make his kiss the Kanji.:spank: shame on you
 
Back
Top