Who here DOESN'T mind getting passed?

The discussion about the 650 Turbo vs. the 750 Seca got me wondering.

I believe most red-blooded American males do NOT like to be passed.

I hate it. I can't stand being passed, on a molecular level. I may not even be able to describe why. I just don't like it.

I don't care if i'm on my bike, in a cage, on a bicycle, or on a lawnmower.
I don't want you passing me if i can help it.
When someone passes me, i feel insulted, demeaned and emasculated.
I'd rather throw a rod out the side of my engine case than let you by.
I'd prefer not to be going slow enough in the first place to give you the notion to even allow you the fantasy of passing me.

The only reasons i will allow you to pass me are:
1. Your bank account is bigger than mine and you're willing to push past the legal limit in a known speed trap zone farther than me.
2. My wife is in the car. (yeah, i know. shut up.)
3. I'm dead.

That about covers all the acceptable scenarios under which i'll suffer the indignation of letting you pass me.

On the other hand, nothing short of a wet, sloppy BJ on a Saturday night feels quite so glorious as passing your slow carcass.
The joy i get out of relegating you to second place is palpable.
Treating you like human cholesterol on the pavemental arteries makes me grin like a young boy discovering his first pube.
Every one of you i put behind me is another notch in my superiority belt, and those of you still in front are probably pedophiles i must put in my mirrors.

What about you guys? Thoughts?

 

LOL go get 'em Buddy!

I'm not much into speed. Whether I'm riding a Rebel (I buy and sell them), a Harley or even my Triumph Thunderbird Sport, I ride in the outside lane tooling around at 55-60 mph. At 61 life's going by too fast already for me.

I used to get some strange looks on the Triumph tooling around at 55. LOL

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i drive whatever speed i'm at and if you want around me then go ahead. but i ain't pulling over to get out of your way, unless we're at the said speed trap then i'll let you by get what is rightfully yours. lol

 

After reading your rant. I have concluded that you problem is sexual.
I think Sigmund Freud would agree. I would pass you just because you don't like it. lol

 

explains a lot about NY drivers.

 

I used to care but that has since passed!! these days I just like to cruise and since I've already paid a life times worth of speeding tickets I drive/ride a little slower and redirect my funds to more enjoyable endevors! I will be thirty years old this november and I don't have a problem admiting that I'm glad I just got my bike licence as I'm pretty sure my attitude when I was younger would have made me another speed related statistic!!

 

Some bottled up aggression there? LOL

If you don't like the speed I'm running, feel free to pass. I'll even give you a smile, nod, and a wave as you go by.

Really, being passed is no biggie!

Let it go.... LOL

 

Some bottled up aggression there? LOL

If you don't like the speed I'm running, feel free to pass. I'll even give you a smile, nod, and a wave as you go by.

Really, being passed is no biggie!

Let it go.... LOL

 

Hammerhead, it's a good thing my late father didn't try to pass you!

He used to drive an unmarked police cruiser. He told me of a time where he was in the passing lane on the interstate and he was trying to pass a car that kept speeding up every time Dad sped up. Finally, Dad had enough of it and turned on his blue lights, pulled the guy over and gave him a ticket. :lol:

Personally, I liked that story. I'd have had a problem with it if he'd been trying to prevent the other guy from passing and pulled that though.

mikeg

 

I'm with FastMaxim82 and CNCguy. I pick the speed I want to go, and if you want to go faster than that (which happens, but not often), you're more than welcome to pass me, with my compliments.

The two things that DO tick me off, though:

1. The guy who comes up behind me going X+15MPH when I'm going X+7MPH already trying to pass someone, and then rides six inches from my back tire until I do. Sorry, pal, I'm not gonna gun it; the both of us are already going over the speed limit, so you can just slow the hell down for the ten seconds it takes me to get back into the right lane.

2. The guys who wait until you have just or have just almost passed them, who, even though they were going X MPH for the five minutes it's taken you to see them, then pass them, suddenly decide they MUST GO FASTER! Until they pass YOU, at which point they drop back to X MPH, until you try to pass them again.

I don't get road rage very often, but there have been times when #2 has seen me with the speedo buried and the tach redlined as I show some pushy kid in a soda-canned Civic just how fast a motorcycle can accelerate, even on the highway...

 

I used to be a speed demon. A few months without a license and a job I had to keep taught me how to drive at the speed limit. I swear I will get pulled over and ticketed in a car with the cruise set at the speed limit going down a hill. Seriously though, I've had 5+ speeding tickets (at age 24), totaled a 2001 Monte Carlo in a ditch (Did I mention I'm a recovering alcoholic?) and the only thing I've ever had to show for it is a lot of fines (including 2 seatbelt tickets, dangit). Actually, in Texas, a "contest of speed" ticket cost me 175$.

My grandpa would say, "(expletive), D(istance) EQUALS T(ime) OVER V(elocity)!" Driving in Dallas, it becomes rather apparent that people have no concept of the formula... If you are a half hour late in an hour drive, you'd have to go twice as fast to arrive on time. It won't happen. Be late, safe, and alive.

Any time I cross the posted speed limit by more than 6 or 7 mph, I'm either on a dead country road, or it's simply my size 13 boot playing tricks on me.

Point being, I am aware enough of my man-parts to know that my wife will find them no less attractive if someone passes me. Especially on two-wheels; I'm not up for playing games with my life and family's security.

 

I hate being passed too. Just recently, an ass in a subaru outback decided to zip by me doing about 90mph (I'm guessing). He flipped me the bird (I was doing 72mph, which apparently, is too slow).

About a mile up the road, I honked my horn and waved to him, pulled over on the side of the highway, state trooper on his 6.

Sometimes, life is sweet.

 

I don't mind; if I'm cruising at 60 or 62 on a 2-lane with a 55mph speed limit and some fool in a "racecar" (you can tell because it has a wing) wants to flash by, I let 'em.

HE's driving a 9-year old Saturn with a wing and a loud muffler.

I'm riding a restored 30 year old classic. Obviously no match for a RACEcar.

He's just jealous.

 

Ditto what xj650ss said.

I used to care about things like that. Radar detector and 80 mph everywhere I went. Not anymore. Now having a million plus miles under my belt, too many tickets and driving by countless wrecks, I'm happy just driving as safe and smooth as I can.

Besides, there are way too many idiots on the road. In fact, I'd much rather be passed than have one of those idiots six feet behind me. Did I say idiots again?

Get your aggression out at the track or local drag strip or get a dirt bike and ride motocross. That'll drain your adrenaline.

 

I don't mind at all.
It's better than having some idiot riding my ass.......
Now that is something that does bother me.

 

Someone needs to take an estrogen shot.....

By all means pass me up. I set my cruise at 9mph over the speed limit. Tennessee cops are pretty lienent about giving out tickets. If that isn't fast enough go on by.

You'll be the one getting the ticket not me. Then you'll be late getting home from being ticketed and have to pay a fine. While I'll be home giving out that wet, sloppy BJ on a Saturday night.

 

Belle, the estrogen will completely obviate the need for any Saturday night activities!

 

Thoughts? Dude you got a problem

 

I keep a 36" 1-inch wrench in my car. I threw it at some toolbox once that rode my ass for a good 25 miles down the highway, no other traffic in sight.

Ten pounds of steel makes a big hole.

I don't deal well with tailgaters.... now if only I could figure out how to carry the wrench on the bike.

 

So, basically Robert is on vacation?