So, I am happy as can be(and a little sore) coming down the S2S this morning, on my new 1000RR. things are going well and I am enjoying myself thouroughly.
Then, as is always the case, I get stuck behind someone trailing a huge trailer house. Slow, oh so slow is the pace. But between us and the moving road block, there is a fellow riding what looks like a very well worn '78 Goldwing. I can clearly see camping gear secure to the top of the hard luggage case, this guy is running heavy.
When we hit (finally!) the passing lane, Buddy doesnt move to the right, jis Goldwing centered in the left lane. But my annoyance didn't last all that long, he was gunning it up the lhe long right sweeper.
I am sitting on my shinny new 1KRR, full gear, wannabe fast guy, hanging on for dear life. This guy is dragging exhaust and pegs, on his hunk of metal older than me all the way up.
What can you do, I fell behind and tryied to learn a thing or 2. That was just awesome.
Next passing lane he let us by. I gave him a thumb up, and went on my way. He sure has my respect. Just goes to show that you never know.