So I was on my way to work, cruisin' down the highway on my 7R, when this dumbass on a Gixxer 750 pulls up right next to me. I don't know what the dude was trying to prove, but he kept speeding up in front of me, then slowing down to get behind me. Then he would speed up again, then slow down again. He just kept doing it.
After about 5 minutes of this, I reached my exit. I pulled over into the turning lane and slowed down to about 40 when I entered the turn. About a 1/4 of the way through, the guy on the Gixxer pulls up to the outside of me (he was only like a foot away) and waves. At this point I was so pissed, I just dropped a couple gears and gunned it up to like 80. So, the guy on the Gixxer tried to do the same, but he couldn't hold it. He slowed veered off to the outside.....and then he suuddenly hit the grass and went down.
I sort of felt a little guilty for influencing him, so I stopped and turned around. Fortunately, the guy and his bike were OK, that is, after he slid with it for about 40 feet before coming to a stop. When I reached the guy, he was just getting up. He asked me what happened.......I told him - he almost cried. Turns out he just got his bike the day before.
Hey officer, wanna race????