I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the <br />guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon <br />road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have <br />warning signs that say "15 MPH".<br /><br />I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch <br />motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are <br />more important than horsepower alone.<br /><br />I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, <br />but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. three <br />corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him <br />would prove to be another.<br /><br />Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I <br />think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he <br />could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we <br />started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and <br />outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made <br />me more determined than ever.<br /><br />My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last <br />instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner <br />after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. <br />Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for <br />good.<br /><br />But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out <br />my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a <br />full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.<br /><br />Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed <br />me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind <br />of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery <br />and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. <br />though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had <br />preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of britiron.<br /><br />I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in <br />my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well. They really <br />make a great bicycle... 
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