I had this occassion to come up on the back of the mob one time. I was on my old FJ coming out of Welly and there was about 30 of them, Harleys, Nortons, and trumpys and fanging it. The leader? (with attached 50kg model hanging off the sissy bar) would overtake (whenever there was a gap, any gap) and the whole pack would follow, regardless of traffic, yellow lines, cops, whatever. Now dont get me wrong, the noise of all these bikes opening up was awesume, the pack mentatility was excelerating... and hell did the oncoming cars get out of the way, but fuck that..... I stuck with them, hanging off the back, trying not to get to 'forward' into the tail enders during overtaking, it was a laugh. Not one time did they acknowledge my presence, not a nod, glance whatever, just a a stoney stare straight ahead. Must have been good smoke. they turned off just after Shannon and I flew on through.
It was short but very memorable experience.
Who else has has the occassion?
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