A weird sort of satisfaction comes over you the first time you roll up to a stop sign and a young girl is holding her hands over her ears because your motorcycle is too loud. Or the first time you’re riding past a family walking along side the road and the young girl hides herself in her mother’s sweater, pressed against her body with hands over her ears because your motorcycle is too loud. Under normal circumstances I have no interest in seeing young girls cry, but when it’s a result of my motorcycle–especially the volume of it–it brings a smile to my face.
I was riding behind a car that had a couple of young boys in it and they kept looking back to catch a glimpse of the bike. Coming across Champlain Bridge Daddy was driving a bit slow so I decided to give the boys a little show: I cracked the throttle open and made the pass. This is the sort of community supporting event that my gang loves to participate in. We love to make kids smile.
That’s not as bad as the time I was running really fast through a secluded area by the river late at night and passed really, really close by a woman on her cell phone. I could hear her reaction 50 feet away.