Well, a while back I was running my bike through the mid USA Ozarks, and as I was going along at about 70 mph a group of bikes passed me like I was standing still. Modern sport touring type with California plates! Well, as the last one passed me I figured what the hell, and took off to catch em. The Ozarks are a motorcyclist dream if you like curves and such. These guys were game on and it was 80-100 mph for the next 20-30 miles. I held with them keeping on the last riders behind, and at one point he looked over his shoulder and gave me a thumbs up!! I don't think he thought I could keep up. I could have probably passed him but I was defiantly at my and the bike's limit through those corners. Given both my and the bikes age.
We came to a small town and they all pulled into a gas station. The rider who's backside I had been following motioned me to pull in. I honked my horn and went on by.
The Suzuki held it's own.

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