Race with a Harley

[Dweezel]

Race with a Harley

I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed

to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really

twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to

speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that

say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those

big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where

handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could

catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and

cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him

was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the

mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly

got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd

manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but

when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His

horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me

more determined than ever.

My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever

until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an

instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of

his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before

the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I

stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the

canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see

him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles

before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I

was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the

tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more

than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was

not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had

preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled

so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh

cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...

(Unknown author)

[yotaman88210]

I was nervous there for a second. I thought this was a real story from u on your 750. haha. Good shit!

[CbrGirl]

:lol: That was pretty good!

[Casper]

haha

[Chrisoh]

I was waiting for that ending. I figured it was a bicycle or a little Vespa Scooter.