Well we all started out at office depot like normal. Chit chated for a little bit and road the lake road. It was nice to ride with people that now how to ride (well most of them do explanation later). Half of my chicken strips were eaten wich means I am becoming more confortable. Still a little wary about the twisties. Though my knee is 10 feet from the ground I am scared of hitting it and still don't have 100% trust in my self still kinda worryed that the tires are going to slip out from underneath me. After hitting the twistes with Johnny-B and leaning a bit further then I have in the past I decied to cach up to Beans. Thanks to the car infront of him I was able to catch up. Then we passed the car and poof he was gone. I attempted to keep up. Never done a high speed run with 2 bikes WOW kinda inteanse. So we stop and wait for the rest of the group and take a few photos. After some idle chit chat we took off again. And poof beans was gone. Doing my best to catch him on the straights the only thing that helped was the police car in front of him. Then we stop and wait for the rest to catch up. Beans and I were sitting there and I was thinking its kinda nice to go riding with people that have much respect for each other and the different riding styles. Then beans reachs out and starts pushing me. Maybe he has a personel space isue, Maybe I stink or Maybe he knows something that I don't. Then I hear the sound of ruber on a wet road and relize something is not right. And this is were it started. I could almost hear a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee over the sound of my spincter puckering like that of a vault door slamming shut. And then it happend. Do to me not having any pictures I will atempt to explain the best I can. As Fighterama Fighterama Fighterama Fighterama Fighterama came at me faster then the speed of light I saw my life flash before me. Showing no respect for the 2 wheeled maching he throws it to the ground (probley in attempt to hit my foot) then reaching for my tail end he hugs the @$$ of my bike (he is relizing how much better a Suzuki is and just wants to feel the power). He attempts to shake me off of my bike but I hold on knowing he could not handle the power. Relizing the error of his ways he gets on hands and knees and repeats over and over "I am sorry". He picks up the bike he through at me and inspects the damage. Very little damage to his bike. Mine was fixable But then in a jelouse fit of rage. He yells IF I CAN'T HAVE THAT BEAUTIFULL SUZUKI THEN NOBODY CAN!!! Then throughs gas lites a match. I weep for a while over the carcas of what was once my beautifull peice of art. Shaking my fist in the air I yell Fighterama some day we shall meet again and I will have my sweet sweet revenge firedevil: greenchai: But untill then may this be forever inbedded in you brain May we all have a moment of silence for pain and mental angish that Fighterama has caused me.