So, today, I run up ‘the hill’ into Los Alamos to go get a burger to go at Rotten Ronnies (aka, McDonalds). I took the truck route up, which starts off pretty straight, but ends up with about 8-10 fairly tight turns, with 2 lanes going up, and you gain about 1000 foot of elevation over the 10 miles. Of course, being the moron I am, I had some fun on them at about 80mph. Man, that is sure a rush.
Anyway, I don’t speed in town. Too many cops, and the motto in Los Alamos is ‘no crime too small’, and let me tell ya, yeah. Go get my burger (they look at you odd when you take the drive-thru on a bike), and head back out of town.
I came down the ‘main hill’ route, and took the hard right that joins back up to State 4. As I come rushing onto the main road there at about 70, I see someone coming up behind me from the merge lane, which looks to be a sport bike. There is about a 6 turn biiiig hill that goes down into the valley which is 3 lanes coming up with a solid wall divider between the two going down, so it is a lot of fun to come up at speed, which is what I’m sure homeboy on the bike just did. Anyway, I add some speed, I’m doing 80, and he passes me going a good clip faster. I jump on his tail at the light to the truck route turn off as he came to a red light stop, about 2 cars back from the front. He waves at me, and I nod back.
Homeboy is in full gear, textile jacket with back protector, silver helmet with tinted visor, can’t tell about his pants, riding a CBR or some other sport bike with a throaty 4 cylinder on it.
Light drops, we take off. Come up over the first hill on the highway here, round the corner, and we get a passing lane. We’re doing about 55-60 in a 50mph zone, and there is oncoming traffic. If I would have been in his place, I would have just sat up, slowed back, and rode it out (it is only about 4 miles from the light to the turn off to where I live). But, homeboy wanted to get gone. So, he drops two gears, and leans into it.
As he comes up on the second car, the driver is already sticking his hand out flipping our homeboy off here, as the oncoming car is less than 2 car lengths away from disaster by now. He yanks in another gear and flies though the gap. I watching him pull almost the same stunt on the car up ahead about a 1/8 mile.
I had no intentions on following this guy. If there had not been oncoming traffic, sure, I might have, but that was just cutting it too close for me. Anyway, the moral of the story is two fold:
1) I learned today that you can pass a couple of cars with oncoming traffic if you have enough horsepower and balls. This was not a good thing to learn, and I am actively trying to forget it.
2) Now I know I’m not the kind of rider the cagers get pissed at
Anyway… yeah.
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