Fat Bob that is. Went riding today with a group of guys from work. One pimped out 1100 Vstar, three HD Ultra (aka geezer) Glides, and one 08 HD Fat Bob. I was leading the group on what I had planned to be a nice relaxing ride. But I knew the loudmouth on the Fat Bob wouldn't be able to handle it. See, he's always bragging his bike up and saying how fast it is since he put a power commander, slipons, and a hypercharger on it. (BTW, my 08 warrior is bone stock) So we turned of one road and on to another when he cruised up beside me and nodded his head at me. Alright, I'm thinking, let's get this over with so I can shut you up. We both whack the throttle at the same time, and let me tell you, it wasn't even a race. The warrior lunged forward and all he saw was taillight and water heater for the next 1/4 mile or so. I slowed down and he pulled up next to me again shaking his head. I gave him a big smile and rode on. Later, just to have a little fun with the whole group, I led them down a fairly curvy road and chuckled at the tank-like harleys every time I accelerated through a curve while they all slowed down for them. God I love my warrior!
I do not condone nor do I practice spousal abuse, but I understand it.
2008 Midnight