Yesterday night, I was heading home from my GF's house. I was going north on Highway 10 and I needed to merge to the right lane to catch 35W. I was ahead of traffic by about 10 cars. I was about to merge when I saw a bright blue headlight approaching very fast. My god, there were two! Two bikes! The first one came beside me and kept on going; the second one came beside me and stayed there. I gotta merge, but I don't want to push him/her off the road. I revved twice quickly to rev-match into third gear and floored it. I immediatly picked up speed and quickly made enough room between us. I cruised at my speed and slowly come up to the first guy who passed me. Once I got on 35W, I merged left onto the next lane and the first guy turned around and waited beside me for his buddy behind me to pull up. They sit there for a second and revved a few times. Then the first guy starts bouncing on his bike and the front wheel lifts! He goes and his friend follows him. Dang, it was nice.
Some bikers are NUTS, that being said. When I was on my way to midway last weekend I went on the cloverleaf from 494 to 394 and there's a bike behind me, ok he gives enough room. VVVVVRRRRRRROOOOOOMMMMMMMM he FLIES by me at INCHES away from my car I was like HOLY SH!T!! He was pullin at least 120 and he flew into the ridgedale off-ramp.
Dang, Now thats crazy. I remenber a story like this was on the news. the story was about every highway patrol who had an incident with bikers, either losing them or watching them f*uped.
