Took the bike out for a little spin over near Omaha and back today (about 300 miles round trip) On the way back I stopped at a Dairy Queen for some iced tea when two older couples rode up on a Goldwing and an Ultra-Glide. We chatted for a while and discovered we were going to almost the same place so we agreed to ride along together. I was riding in the rear as we came up on a red Camaro doing about 55 in a 55 on a hilly two lane highway. We slowed (from about 65) and followed it until we came to a suitable passing zone. The lead bike started around it, with #2 and I accelerating to pass too, when the 20 something girl in the Camaro floored it leaving us hanging out there in the on-coming traffic lane with nowhere to go. As Tailend Charlie I downshifted, let off the throttle, and swung back behind the idiot. The other two bikes soon did the same thing as the Camaro was pushing 90 by then. Several miles later we caught up with the Camaro as we entered a small town. The sweet grandmotherly looking lady on the back of the Goldwing then reached into some container on the bike, took out a pocket rocket slingshot, loaded up, and fired a spread of 3 or 4 brightly colored paintballs across the front and side of the Camaro as they passed her. The idiot slowed very quickly and the Harley and I went around as well. I wish I could of seen her face as the paintballs hit. I guess the lesson is, don’t mess with Grandma!
