When I hit the lights just right, I get this perfect sequence: a nice right hand turn followed about 30 yards later by a sweeping left that lets me get a pretty good lean going. Mind, the signals and traffic have to perfect for this. When it happens, I find I have no choice but to let 'er loose.
Worse than that, however, is when I'm out running errands. The main drag through here (El Camino Real) is very wide, and when the traffic is plodding along I want so bad to "go European" and just slice right between all those slow cars. Of course I do it when they're stopped, but even when moving that "lane" between the cars calls out to me. Sometimes I answer
It's weird, because I am pretty safety concious most of the time, and never did that sort of thing on my motorcycle. It's the smallness and ease with which the Buddy flits through those gaps that brings out the worst in me. Guess it's a good thing it's not quick enough for the interstate!
Anyone else have trouble resisting their inner hooligan?
