Hayabusa Rider
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So I am coming home from work on my Hayabusa, and this type r or whatever riced out thing this Supra was, pulls up to me a red light.
First for the safety police... This is a limited access (and at the time empty) street. No one or nothing to hit.
Back to the story...
So this guy is gunning his engine, and I am trying to ignore him. When the light started to change, he challenged me in a rather colorful manner. I figured what the hell, so I laughed and said "Do it".
I let him get off the line, so he could see me in his mirror (a fave tactic of mine in the rare race situations).
Needless to say, Mr. Supra is now Mr. Humble, for the moment at least.
It's good to be king 😀
First for the safety police... This is a limited access (and at the time empty) street. No one or nothing to hit.
Back to the story...
So this guy is gunning his engine, and I am trying to ignore him. When the light started to change, he challenged me in a rather colorful manner. I figured what the hell, so I laughed and said "Do it".
I let him get off the line, so he could see me in his mirror (a fave tactic of mine in the rare race situations).
Needless to say, Mr. Supra is now Mr. Humble, for the moment at least.
It's good to be king 😀