Drove Jetta around tonight and saw a red GTI w/ smoked tails, mismatched rims and plenty of stickers get popped by a Constable. 10 minutes later I pop out of a U-turn under the loop and what do I see but a single taillight ahead! I've yet to find a rider on a 600 who can lose me on the street and I've chased several. Yeah, they're faster than a ST2 FSI in a straight line but if you've ever ridden a bike you know how hard it is to go fast even if you didn't have to worry about potholes, curbs, bumps and gravel...but I digress. Back to our story, I decide to catch up to the bike and note that he must be down to play since it took some serious speed to get there! We come up to our next U-turn and as I close in behind the 2-wheel trickster I see a woman, in long pants, T-shirt and dark brown hair as God gave her--no gear whatsoever. Epidermis, ass, nipples, face, jaw and palms all one step away from being forced unguarded onto a giant belt sander when the pilot runs out of talent. The boyfriend / PUA in front has full gear on, of course. They sat mounted on a 06+ R6 w/ HIDs. As we leave the U-turn, I pull up beside the rider and at 45 he guns it with me taking the hit. We were both in 2nd gear at the start. We run up to around 100, or a ways into 4th gear and the bike shifted once 2-3. I pulled them the entire time, reeling in the bike before 3rd gear was out. Dunno how big the guy was since he was in gear but his catch was fairly stout, probably 180+ if I had to guess.
I reckon he'll be looking for a 1000 now.
I reckon he'll be looking for a 1000 now.