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Originally Posted by creaturecat
i rode with the Hells Angels. for about 10 miles.
i was at the tail end. riding an xt600 Yamaha.
traffic was parting like the red sea. it was hilarious.
sure glad they didn't notice me back there. : )
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I love it.
My dirtbike vs. dirtbag story starts with me passing a Bandido with his girlfriend ("property of...") on the back. It was on a freeway on-ramp, and I was on my XR650L. I blasted past them like they were parked, and visibly startled him.
He apparently didn't like that, and caught up to me in the carpool lane about a mile on. Came riding up to pass me, on my left, in my lane. So I pulled the old dirtbiker trick and hit his kill switch. He didn't like that either...
Once he got re-organized, he blasted up alongside me and started kicking at me. Kinda hard to do, since I was so much higher up in the air, and his feet were pretty stretched out in front of him on the forward controls. I finally just stomped on that big old Cadillac rear brake pedal of his, and they damn near went down. I think I would have felt bad about that.
I finally just grabbed all the brake I had and bailed into one of those center median "official vehicle only" turn-arounds and got out of there.