Pretty snake- fast snake- silly snake.....then...... -belly up snake. (It ain't poetry and it don't fit anywhere else, but I gotta tell it somewhere.)
Late afternoon yesterday coming south out of WI after a great day of "brisk" backroad riding; I was looking for a relatively sedate cruise home as I entered a two lane two-way main travel route.
Down the road a bit heading south, I see a 'tang take the left lane and easily blow by a Dodge Charger both under acceleration. Traffic south otherwise is light and well spaced; traffic north is much lighter; I decide to take a closer look. Running up fast on the Charger, I roll left and he hardly had time to see me pass by. Up ahead the Mustang, which I can see now is solid white with the two thick blue stripes running over it accompanied by impressive bulges and looking like one of those Cobra insignia models, passes another vehicle and is closing on more.
I overtake the last car the 'tang passed as he passes another one and is sizing up a third that's just a bit in his lead. He passes that one as well and we are pushing over the ton. The road North clears and I pass one..... two ....and as he leaves another in my wake, I decide to take it too! Thing is, at this point he is so busy that I don't think he sees me coming! Haaaaaaa!
I run up on his bumper square in his rear view mirror and he takes notice. He accelerates and he sounds GOOOOD! I let him pull up several feet just to play with him...... and I run up again. He punches it some more and I repeat my play, quick glance shows 130.. 140; things are getting busy for me and my view can't linger on the dials.
We head into a big curve, a sweeper you would call it. Now I have been toying with him as I could have overtaken earlier instead of running up and pacing; but this is a Mustang unlike any others I have encountered on the street.
Quicker and faster than even the usual higher performance V-8's. I know I have Cobra snake by the tail and he wants loose.
SNAP! He brakes! Red lights flash, my heart stops, I roll off and sit higher.............but he is just setting up the curve for another acceleration as he runs out into the straightaway ahead. As he "feathers" his brakes and his rear steps out (no discernible slide visible at that speed with my limited ability to focus on the details) I lean more right to the inside of his path to cut the curve and get on an oblique path toward his nearing rear bumper as a possible escape route.
The V-8 screams in the snake and the rear end actually lowers as he accelerates with determination. Could it be all he's got or close to it?
Pause--freeze frame -- dilated time--my brain flashing signals to me in rapid near simultaneous sequential flashes and packets of cogent thought--- Now readers please understand: I am not a 200 mph seeker like some of you HOOLIGANS, you know who you are, heh,heh. I self limit to a mere 150 -160mph and I get there relatively carefully and I think about how peaceful it is, and how stable it is, and how I shouldn't be doing this, and how any little thing could interrupt my path and cause me to SPLAT........and then I back off and go home and ride another day totally satisfied with my moto and my ride. THIS, here and now on the back of a runaway snake, is NOTHING AT ALL like that.....I was just going to take a look and sweep past him, I had not intended to get into a race, but here I am.....now what?
I know without looking at the gauges that I am well over 150 +. The Ninja is in full hooooooowwwwwwl-whineeeee; and the 'tangs V-8 is making delicious high rpm highway sound as he..........pulls away.......a little further, a little further.....(remember dilated time here readers). My brain says "let him go fool" / "he knows he has been beat".
Oh, SNAP! Visions of humiliation on the house of Kawasaki; being driven off this fine forum of street racers in disgrace; shame on the bike, not the bike's fault, but my own doing by dropping off; snake driver having beers and bragging to his bro's about blowing away the Ninja; and finally a newly felt duty to Carroll Shelby to show this guy the limits of his Big Bad Snake!
WOT---universe in a blur---out into the long (thank god) straight section; running up without mercy on the Mustang's bumper (flicking left-I can't comprehend the action at this speed, I just do it- gaining quickly and flying up the beside his rear quarter panel- then the drivers door- yes!-- it is easy to see that he has no more and I am going to actually blow by him with a goodly amount of dispatch--a strong pass at (for me) an previously unheard of speed!
Then it happened......he cut his acceleration; I leapt past him staying on that howling Two Brothers exhaust and passed like he had gone into reverse!
Fellow HOOLIGANS, if I may be so bold as to claim entry to the waiting room of the fold, the Snake went belly-up! He knows he lost for sure......hell, he gave up the spirit! Not that it would have done him any good to continue; the ZX had more if he needed it. I will never know why he cut his acceleration; maybe he just saw his inevitable fate or maybe his engine was tapped out? But ignominiously and in utter defeat he gave up the chase!
I put a couple to three football fields tween him and me and saw my sharp right turn through an intersection ahead at about twice that distance. A series of downshifts and braking-caught second, I cut a wide turn through the intersection and hit the gas...........I saw him roar through the intersection behind me within a count of "one-Mississippi" still going southbound at a high rate of speed but greatly reduced from our encounter.
One of his stories that evening about his exploits in WI will NOT be about a certain rocket-ship built by Kawasaki. That is for sure.
Took me 10+ miles and 8 + minute just to get my heart rate down, my stomach out of my throat, and out of race mode on the bike. I was still passing everything on the side roads, even granny wagons moving at all of 50 mphr for cryin' out loud and I felt like I was stuck in neutral!
Damn, I hope this isn't addicting........I'm way too old and intelligent to do this sort of "hooliganish" things.
Please forgive me.
Meanwhile, back at the thread.....
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory. (Franklin Pierce Adams)
all but that dude pulling out doing 10kmph N halving my Braking allowance while near max speed lol but anyways alls good down under mate starting to get some great weather now (Spring)im hoping to get some South Ozzy ZX14-R mates to ride together this Summer tell ya my Black Beast can pull up very well in a short !no Very short distance 
FUCK I luv my Beast! 
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