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PAULYBOY
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last night. Riding home around 10 p.m. after a couple hours of Taekwondo training. Riding the streets cuz I really don't want to drive the highways around Cincy after dark, too many truckers and goofballs. So I'm in the right most lane of a 4 lane major street, going about 35, when this guy walks out to his car looking right at me and the rest of the traffic and opens his drivers door wide. I had a second or so to slow and gently weave around the gut, since I couldn't get into the other lane. It was booked solid. In retrospect, figuring as how I survibed getting hit head on at 35 in a Mercedes with no air bag and no seat belt on, and not having to go to the hospital, I figured I probably could have taken the door off its hinges, but damn that would have hurt!! As an aside, I could swear that every time I was at a stop sign or stop light and took off, the guy next to me invariably wanted to race! And last night was not a night where I was shifting at 7500 rpm. I don't usually take off with a heavy throttle or wind it up. This happens to everyone I guess, cuz if I pulled up next to me at a light, I'd look at my magnificent girth and wonder how the hell the bike would go in the first place!!!!!
