Last Sunday was too beautiful here in North Carolina; cool, bright, and clear. My buddies and I were about to dash down Old Liberty Road. We see a new red Honda VFR with bags approaching from the way we are headed. Old Liberty is a technical stretch with off-camber curves, a few one and a half lane bridges, little straights, and blind approaches. As we proceed through the stop sign, the VFR does a u-turn in the intersection to join us.
With the transmission power button activated, I started my run. My buddies, on a Blackbird and a V-Strom 1000, were leading at a slower pace, in deference to their bigger engines and more generous lean angles, and to my cautious style. Nevertheless, the further along we traveled, the less we saw of the red bike. When we slowed at the end of the route, the VFR finally caught up, did a u-turn, and went back on his way. Somehow, I don’t think this was the scenario he had in mind when he first turned around to follow my scooter down the road.