Norm
Wizard
So the now "ex-wife" decides she'll fly my daughter to her on an old credit card of mine. I discover this, hell breaks loose, and now it's resolved; she'll pay. I reminded her Avery has two homes now. If she wants to fly her "home" i.e. her mom's house (we sold the house we lived in so technically Avery has no home) she will pay and vice versa.
To blow off a little steam I take to the streets of Port St. Lucie on the FZ1. The cops have been really cool around here so racing light to light and such doesn't seem to bother them. I've even unwittingly passed them a few times in my little bursts of speed. Up ahead I see a whale of a guy on a whale of a noisy Harley. Time to make trouble. I catch up to him we both make a left turn but since he needs a lane and a half to do it I take him inside and blow away. He tries keeping up for a while in the lane next to me and even has the audacity to add more noise pollution and gets the relic up to 60 MPH.
Norm: Scotty, I need more power!
Scotty: It's ready and waiting captain. You haven't used any any yet.
Right. I twist the throttle and pass him so fast my second hand on my watch clicked backward a notch. Just for good measure I weave in and out for a mile or so until even the gigantic frame of the Harley guy is just a spec.
I stop for a light and then I hear a quick siren. I check my mirrors and an unmarked car is flashing his red and blues. So I pull over towards the curve and await my fate for a few seconds before a woman in the car ahead of the cop yells to me: "He wants to talk to you." I look over and he's still in lane but leaned all the way across to the passenger side with his window open. He yells: Hey, cool your heels OK?" Stunned I just yell back "Yes Sir" and nod my head in understanding. Away he pulls. Wow! I love it down here. I decided to pull off and ride a nice rout Eric and I found along the inter-coastal. Don't try that in MA or NH.
To blow off a little steam I take to the streets of Port St. Lucie on the FZ1. The cops have been really cool around here so racing light to light and such doesn't seem to bother them. I've even unwittingly passed them a few times in my little bursts of speed. Up ahead I see a whale of a guy on a whale of a noisy Harley. Time to make trouble. I catch up to him we both make a left turn but since he needs a lane and a half to do it I take him inside and blow away. He tries keeping up for a while in the lane next to me and even has the audacity to add more noise pollution and gets the relic up to 60 MPH.
Norm: Scotty, I need more power!
Scotty: It's ready and waiting captain. You haven't used any any yet.
Right. I twist the throttle and pass him so fast my second hand on my watch clicked backward a notch. Just for good measure I weave in and out for a mile or so until even the gigantic frame of the Harley guy is just a spec.
I stop for a light and then I hear a quick siren. I check my mirrors and an unmarked car is flashing his red and blues. So I pull over towards the curve and await my fate for a few seconds before a woman in the car ahead of the cop yells to me: "He wants to talk to you." I look over and he's still in lane but leaned all the way across to the passenger side with his window open. He yells: Hey, cool your heels OK?" Stunned I just yell back "Yes Sir" and nod my head in understanding. Away he pulls. Wow! I love it down here. I decided to pull off and ride a nice rout Eric and I found along the inter-coastal. Don't try that in MA or NH.
