Race anything, wasn't even a challenge. Did in a 69 Z-28 one day, well kinda had to. The Z-28 driver's girlfriend was on the back of my bike teaching me anatomy when he pulled up next to us at a light. Gotta love those Pennsylvania country roads. wink

Few weeks later I was before the magistrate, he looked at the sheet, looked at me, looked at the sheet again, then looked at me and said

Judge - son, you want to keep your license?

ME - ahh yeah

Judge - sell the motorcycle by Friday and bring me the bill of sale.

ME - Ahh Yes sir





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