Let me rephrase that then.
I took
shameless advantage of good natured law abiding citizens on the Cherohala, by using top end speed levels and acceleration rates that they were precluded from utilizing by their sensible obedience to the superspeeding "total loss of license" laws.
And I did this knowing full well that MM's nephew Jed (yep, GSXR 750 Jed) had just got canned last week for doing 150 in a 45 speed zone on a Federal Park property.
Yes, I cheated some. And MM and Dave also complained a bit about my rich exhaust smell (old gasoline in the side tanks) and the tinny puny sound of my stock intruder mufflers as I pulled away from them.
...... old men cheat ......However, they got revenge on me the next day by beating me plumb senseless on them rolling country roads using a light agility neither me nor my bike could exhibit without banging the cross brace hard on the pavement.
Turn about is fair play, I do believe.
Mike did choose to bring his big bike, knowing that top end and such was going to be in play a bit -- he did try to pass me on the Cherohala but "relative acceleration" was against him on that one. And yes, I offered him the opportunity to try again several times with potentially the same results.
I think his old 1200 would have eaten my butt up, but that one shelled out its primary crankshaft splines and went away years ago.
MM now firmly intends to buy him a Moto Guzzi V9 which is lighter than a Savage, so as to be able to deal with stuff like them nasty Barcaloungers and sport bikes.
I also was willing to ride my pretty new bike down the totally dark evil smelling Dragon shite infested
Tunnel of No Return when two out of the 3 following just plain stopped cold and protested against getting "mud" on the bottoms of their tires. Or driving their scoot down a long dark scary hole in the ground .....
MM gave them the little bruk bruk bruk chicken wing dance for that one, about them not wanting to get the bottoms of their tires dirty.