So late last night, after I had my bike back together, I decided to go for a late night test ride to check the solidity of my soldered joints… The standard route is the B10 to the local McDonalds in Niefern, about miles down the road.
Everything works as expected and I tuck into some grub, flirt with the girl from the coffee counter and go outside getting ready to leave. As I do up my gloves I notice some teenage punk in a Vauxhall Astra GSI 16V squealing around the car park. (For those who don’t know Germany, this is the ultimate Teenage Prole car.)
So, at the next traffic lights I just happen to be sitting behind him as it turns green. He peels off tyres squealing and I decide to give him a free late night lesson on the basic laws of physics.
I accelerate gently off the lights, then pull out and decide to wind it on gently in 2nd and 3nd while I see something disappearing in my wing mirrors which vaguely resembles an Astra huffing and puffing away.
Not much later I catch up on some traffic, and he’s right on my arse… 2 quick taps down on the gear lever and a small burst of throttle later he’s about 3 cars behind me and I think he has learned enough for one day.
Damn, I just love Edumacatin’ the Car-drivin’ Masses 
Yes, it’s primitive, but fun every time.
“Honda Blackbird - Peace by Superior Firepower” 