It was perfect and excruciating.
I was coming down to Rt 116 off of 24 in the Talon. Landing right beside a beautiful 03 Cobra with perfectly offset after market wheels and a younger guy at the wheel with what looked to be his mom riding shot gun. By second nature I down shifted to 4th gear with a mere glimps of the Terminator body cladding. I looked ahead, there was no room... I pedaled up to the Mustang pilot and gave him a thumbs up, knowing I had to turn off in less that a few hundred yards to take my mom to a Dr. appointment.
It killed my to think this guy was probably saying 'that rice owner new better than to mess with me!'. Ahhh. Priorities are a bitch sometimes.