We're all heading to dinner from my house, my sister's riding with my parents in their car, and my girlfriend's with me in the Harley. We come out of the neighborhood and there's an Audi A6 on my tail, he shoots around, weaves in and out of some traffic to get to the front of the pack, and he's just hammering the little car. So I make my was up front, he's in the center lane, I'm in the right lane and we're at a stop light. We both take off and we're neck and neck at 50, neither of us is "racing". I look over and his wife is laughing and he tries to speed past, and I just keep pace until 70. We both get on it then, we've left the pack long behind, there's nothing but open road. So we're running, I'm just a fender length ahead and the little audi starts to gain, they get next to my window and the driver and his wife are looking at me and laughing as they're "passing". So I put the pedal all the way to the floor and start walking away. I get to the stop light, they get there a second or 2 later and the wife is still laughing, so I roll down the window (I had the AC on, he didn't) and ask "okay, who wants to run for pink slips?" and raise my hand, he looks over laughs and shakes his head "no"
We give each other a
, and go on our ways.