Since buying the Spyder, my first bike, I've gotten used to seeing objects get small in my rear view mirrors. I kinda like that.
I was Altonk's latest victim last Saturday.
Last weekend, we met for a ride in Gettysburg. It was a beautiful day and I was next to last, with Altonk bringing up the rear. Since that was the riding order, I became used to having him behind me.
We eventually left G'Burg and entered the interstate, when all of a sudden, I hear this scream, and as I turned, I see this "thing" whizzz by, accompanied by a deathly roar. He became small rather quickly, although the roar remained. I never imagined that a Spyder could get away from me so fast under full throttle.:yikes:
Suffice to say, it was a humbling experience. nojokeWhere do I sign up to get one....