1986 Nissan 720. K&N drop in air filter, cheap Sigma Shadow tires, 5 speed, 2.4 liters, rated from the factory at 102 hp.
I was pulling a 16 foot boat from the lake, still wet, with wakeboarding gear, full fuel load on both boat and truck (10 gallons in boat, 10 gallons in truck), and I was sitting, waiting for a light to change, when some dude in a riced out 4 banger mustang stickered from here to hell pulls up beside me and starts revving it. I swear, this thing must have had a turbo whistle, because it sounded an awful lot like he was building boost a bit faster than should have been possible. Light turns green, and to get the boat rolling, I have to launch at about 2,000 RPM. I'm not one for letting the clutch hang out there, so I get it out fairly quickly, and floor it, because the truck ain't the fastest at the lawn mower races, and he is DOUBLE CLUTCHING
beside me. I say wtf, and at the next light, spank it from 3,400 rpm, redline in that gear and then some, run it through second and third, hit 65 mph with the boat behind me. To be fair, I gave him no warning at the light, but I heard some seriously thrashy 4 banger behind my rear cab window, over the dulcet tones of my sticky lifter that comes with every old Nissan. Next light, he pulls up, looks over, revs it heavy, and I just let it go, because my clutch at this point had to be 400 or 500 degrees, and it's not the thickest at the moment. He guns it, leaves in a slew of annoying 1 tire spinning smoke, and about 10 seconds later, I'm pulling off onto my residential street, and I see a cop banging it at about 90 in a 45 after him.
I laughed the entire 1.1 miles down to my house, grab my CBR, and roll out of the neighborhood. There are 4 cop cars behind this guy.
I was in tears. Almost fell off the bike.