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Originally posted by sammyg2
At least once a day on the way home I'm sitting in traffic minding my own business when one of these low-lifes passes right by my door and rings my ears with their POS exhaust.
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Amen. Especially the *****he@ds who feel the need to blip the throttle at
every car window as they pass. When I see a Harley splitting lanes in my mirrors, I intentionally, but subtly, slide over to block.
The whole Harley-poser thing is out of control. I'm this "" close to rigging piano wire across the street for when the RUBs come blopping home @ 3:00am. I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate me putting on a set of track pipes and banging the rev limiter in front of
their house.
Or when you see a gaggle of RUBs in front of Starbucks; what's the point of starting the bike, and then revving the ***** out of seven times in a row? If a kid in fart-pipe Honda did that, you'd laugh at him, yet it's perfectly acceptable behaviour for a 45 year-old HR Generalist with midlife-crisis compensation issues?