Just had to post this. This morning, my wife and I drove seperate to work. I rode this morning, and it worked out where she followed me to work (we work pretty close together). We take the same way in. I get this email from her... "Hey Babe, Maybe most wives wouldn't say this, but after our drive in this morning, I would MUCH rather see you blazing by on the track than stuck in between a beat up Topaz and a soccer-mom-driven mini-van on the interstate. I was a nervous wreck for you this morning!" What's funny is, she doesn't even ride, and she realizes how bad people drive! And for the record, I couldn't agree with her more!! Now maybe she will let me turn that sweet 06 R6 into a race bike!!! :up:
race it or get hit by a soccer Mom. You have a lot more friends at the track than you do on the road. :up:
