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Blue Falcon
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So I met this chick that rides a Harley. She invites me for a Sunday morning ride to the coast for breakfast. I meet her and there are 5 other HD riders there, they crack wise at first "man thats a quiet bike", "ride in the back so you don't slow us up", "keep up if you can". So I play it off, I mean, I only ride a GS850 ya know and they are on 103's 107's and 1 110. I guess they had ridden together a lot and I caught on to the "hit it" signal that was being given. Me being me I just played the keep-the-pace game. At breakfast they again cracked wise with, "we could see ya back there hope we weren't going to fast for you" crap. Again, I let it fester some more and said nothing. So, we are on a long straight away, signal goes up, HD pipes scream...so as I pass the first 5 in second gear, I look over at the 110 shift and leave him wanting. We had planned on stopping at a specific gas station on the way back, by the time they got there, I had pumped my gas and pulled into a parking spot and was taking my helmet off. We got drinks sat on the bench and the stunned silence was deafening. Needless to say, when we all met up that night at the bar, a whole new tune was being sung about me and my 850. The next week they told me to pick spot to ride in, I said rear, they said why, I said "i carry tools... its easier for me to pull off when you break down." I think I found a new riding group.