Had a guy on a Harley (sportsterlike) bike blow by me the other day on a 4-lane country road with traffic lights. He had to slow at the next light a mile or so past me before he could go again. I was almost to the light when it changed so when he took off, so did I. Blew right past him before he even noticed. Slowed a little to let him catch up then gave it the throttle when he stabilized beside me. I got the jump on him and felt sorry for him, so I peddled it a little to give him a chance to crank the throttle open. Didnt' matter and the V wagon drove away from him.

When I slowed again, he came along side slowly and gave me a big thumbs up. I waved back and we went our own way.

My little red wagon is such a sleeper most people don't have a clue what they are looking at - until I dust them.

Fun, Fun, Fun until my wife takes the keys away.