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I pulled my first REAL wheelie yesterday on the way home from work. I've pulled the front wheel on purpose going over hills 5 or six times, and a couple of times on accident, but yesterday I pulled my first, honest-to-God, off-the-line wheelie.
I was cruising in traffic, staying 5-10 mph above the flow, weeding my way to the front of the pack that had left the last traffic light in the city with me, when I come up behind these two codpieces in trucks. The guy in the right-hand lane is oblivious to the world because he's on his cell phone, and the guy in the left (the bigger codpiece of the two, IMO, due to his improper usage of the passing lane :roll: ) is intentionally trying to get under my skin by riding at 55 mph right beside the other truck. I could see him doing constant mirror checks.
We came up to the only traffic light on the highway (I'm still behind this jerk in the left lane) and my prayers are answered: the light changes to yellow as we approach. The trucks come to a stop at the front of the intersection, so I lane-split (I believe illegal in TN) and pull up between them. Mr. phone (in the right lane) still doesn't know I exist, and my bogart (in the passing lane) is mad now. He starts honking his horn and making drastic motions inside the cab of his Ford. I looked over and saw how mad he was and got a chuckle.
I started shaking my head violently in a "Yes" fashion and pointing forward (all the while thinking to myself "Can You dig it?!?!?!? :madd: MF?!?!?!?") like he stood a chance in a drag race and I was challenging him. He was getting pretty hot under the collar, so I started revving the machine up to 12-13,000 rpms. Even though I've got a stock exhaust, it ain't quiet when you rev it up like that. The dude on the cell phone wakes up and realizes that the world exists, and now he's P-O'd too. Good. He should pay more attention and not allow people to use him as a pawn in the game of "Bogus Traffic."
Anyway, the light changes, and both me and the left-lane truck take off. As I'm leaving the light, I'm CLEARLY out in front of him (duh!) and go to shift my position into his lane. The bike moves, but I could feel that handlebar input had nothing to do with it. I straightened the bars out just in time to feel the gentle bump as the front end arrived safely back on the pavement.
I had no idea I was even doing a wheelie (the tire was about 1' off the ground) until it was over. I tried again at a light later on my trip (I drive 45 minutes each way), but without the adrenaline I'm too much of a sissy to pop the clutch like that.
<Dude kept trying pathetically to keep up. I'm sure he found out where his truck is governed. :mrgreen: >
I was cruising in traffic, staying 5-10 mph above the flow, weeding my way to the front of the pack that had left the last traffic light in the city with me, when I come up behind these two codpieces in trucks. The guy in the right-hand lane is oblivious to the world because he's on his cell phone, and the guy in the left (the bigger codpiece of the two, IMO, due to his improper usage of the passing lane :roll: ) is intentionally trying to get under my skin by riding at 55 mph right beside the other truck. I could see him doing constant mirror checks.
We came up to the only traffic light on the highway (I'm still behind this jerk in the left lane) and my prayers are answered: the light changes to yellow as we approach. The trucks come to a stop at the front of the intersection, so I lane-split (I believe illegal in TN) and pull up between them. Mr. phone (in the right lane) still doesn't know I exist, and my bogart (in the passing lane) is mad now. He starts honking his horn and making drastic motions inside the cab of his Ford. I looked over and saw how mad he was and got a chuckle.
I started shaking my head violently in a "Yes" fashion and pointing forward (all the while thinking to myself "Can You dig it?!?!?!? :madd: MF?!?!?!?") like he stood a chance in a drag race and I was challenging him. He was getting pretty hot under the collar, so I started revving the machine up to 12-13,000 rpms. Even though I've got a stock exhaust, it ain't quiet when you rev it up like that. The dude on the cell phone wakes up and realizes that the world exists, and now he's P-O'd too. Good. He should pay more attention and not allow people to use him as a pawn in the game of "Bogus Traffic."
Anyway, the light changes, and both me and the left-lane truck take off. As I'm leaving the light, I'm CLEARLY out in front of him (duh!) and go to shift my position into his lane. The bike moves, but I could feel that handlebar input had nothing to do with it. I straightened the bars out just in time to feel the gentle bump as the front end arrived safely back on the pavement.
I had no idea I was even doing a wheelie (the tire was about 1' off the ground) until it was over. I tried again at a light later on my trip (I drive 45 minutes each way), but without the adrenaline I'm too much of a sissy to pop the clutch like that.
<Dude kept trying pathetically to keep up. I'm sure he found out where his truck is governed. :mrgreen: >