| Baldy |
02-06-2003 03:43 PM |
Back when I had a few hours between classes and work, I took an out-of-the-way home on my Honda Shadow Spirit 750 (blinging cruiser). I noticed a car behind me, taking the same way I'm going. I knew he was following me, because the route I was driving was highly illogical, and not a general path to a location. I made it all the way home, passed by my house, and this guy was still behind me. I stopped, walked up to his window (out of arms reach), and asked, "can I help you?" This white guy in his 20's was like, "no, I just follow people around for fun, and try to race them." What a dumb ****. So instead of turning back home, I haul ass for him to chase me. He had a Chevy Malibu, I think, whatever those cop cars were before crown vics. He said it had some mods to it, that the PD did to it before it was sold. I was going through neighborhoods at, I don't know how fast, but I was scraping my pegs on every turn. I could hear his tires squeeling all the way. I took him for a high speed chase on roads I knew quite well. We parked at a gas station, he bought me a soda, and we chatted for awhile. I conveniently forgot his name and number. Later I thought, "if some kid had been in the street, or there was a patch of leaves, I would have been toast." But that was the most extreme thing I had ever done on that bike, and I still have never driven it that way. I didn't even know it was capable of doing what it did.
my other car it's the white one |
