tell me; does it tickle?

Wow, the thigns you see and do sometimes. Every Sunday nite (maybe Saturady too, dunno) on the way to work, a group of, oh, I dunno, 150+ crotch rocket bikers gather at this one eatery. Appearently they keep it civil, as the cops, while ever present, don't bust it up. From what I"ve seen, it's just a bunch of guys hanging out. No really loud music, no burn outs, wheelies, stoppies, or anythign of that sort. Which is pretty cool, it's nice to have a good time, but no use being dangerous about it all the. Just as we were going buy the hang-out spot...what was goign the opposite way? A Buick Grand National. In case you don't know what that is, it's a factory TURBOcharged Buick Grand GNX (or soemthign, I forget). Only a few thousand were made...all in black on black. Oh man, it sounded UBER nice. Those thigns are fast, and one helluva sleeper. Also, as we passed a gas station just a short distance from the highway entrance ramp, this fella in a older Caprice with 22" or 24" wheels, a chromallusion paint job, and an exaust that musta been just a muffler with holes poked in it...sounded awuful. Of course, he was goosing the gas like it was a Ferrari or soemthing, making all kinds of racket. While waiting at teh stop light to get onto the highway, he pulled up next to this really nice Harley chopper that I've seen around a few times...has about a 230 tire in the back....nice and meaty. As the light turned, the guy in the Caprice just jumped all over the gas making his racket...so what did the Harley do? Jumped all over HIS throttle, making a racket much, much louder, and much much nicer sounding, spun the rear tire, got a little fish-taily, and just flat left the Caprice in the dust...needless to say, the Caprice stopped hotrodding around. Damn it's nice to see someone get owned.