Today may have been the mildest I've ridden the bike. Found a back road but don't want to upset the locals I start pounding the corners. So it's my secret road to some of the strongest coffee I've ever had. It's a gourmet dive with lots of pretty waitresses, waiters that bend over backwards kind of place.
So as I became lost trying to find the right canyon to head down, here is a gaggle of bikes with all of them in the same stretched outfits. This road brings out the bike crowd. It's Saturday so I know there might be one pedal pusher around the bend anytime: so I had a nice slow Sunday ride checking out the landscape.
Back out on the main road again, I stop at the bottom of the canyon road that T's off to a heavily traveled road. Here is this VW convertible bug all in different primers. He signals to me he's going to U turn. I leave the stop, turn and he begins to follow me. Being this is now a main road getting to another town, I'm cruising just enough to create a gap and match his speed.
I look behind in the mirror, he's getting closer. I step it up and now am pissed I'm being pushed. I now want to bring up the speed so I can suck him in and wobble his old worn out independents thru a turn. I don't know how much I spooked him, but I kept making him come closer so my smoothing him [he was following my lines] into the corners, so as to make him lose concentration as to how fast he's traveling now?
That cocksucker was holding his own, so I just took off on a road I'm not too familiar with. It has lots of blind turns with cutouts. Someone could park, watch me come over that crest and nail me with radar. It's well traveled is the problem. And with this bike, you know the corners come up quick.
So after a gourmet price, which was well worth it, I took the same leisurely ride home. And if you can believe it, here is the same Vdub coming the other way, but this time with a passenger. I'm sure I was playing in his own turf. Anyway, I'm zipping up the canyon; take a back road that I have to get used to; here is a biker; and because I was riding slow; boom!; peddles right in the middle of the road; and then back in again to the right.
The fucker she-caned me, or illegally, 'impeded' my lane! Now, I'm not going to say how many times I waved at a few rice rockets taking the same road, so I know what those pedal pushers go thru. When I saw that gaggle of bikes as close to a can of sardines, yes, they rode that close to each other: I'd guesstamate a club of 30 or so? I hugged to the right, went slower than the speed limit just to take a gaggle at them! If a car was coming, there was no way a car was going to go in between me hugging the white line, the sardines all in the same fishnet suits gobbling up half the lane.
That crew may have left the dive I was headed to, so I don't want to meat up with them again, I spook crap out of a few. That road is more for a weekday: you want to lose the chicken stripes. Weekends, the 10speed types rule the roads. So for me to stop; yell at the guy he just illegally made a move if a cop saw that; I again; went under the speed limit; hugged the double yellow; stuck my left hand around and waved. I caught the mirror and he was waving back.
Figured I'd show him we are not all after his [line] on the road. I could see his 'swerving' point of view [that I had in front of me]. Sure, I [coulda] T-Boned the fuker if any other day. 
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