So today I decided to ride out for breakfast in a town about 25 miles away. I am mid way through eating my eggs and bacon when some guy pulls into the parking lot on a white m109r. I finish up my eggs and go outside, and now the guy is parked next to me sitting on his bike smoking. I don't really think much of it but as soon as I get near my bike it begins. After he established it was my bike he asked if it was fast. So I reply that it holds its own. So of course he says well not as fast as mine. To make it better this guy doesn't appear to be a day over 19. I don't feel like getting in a pissing contest with this guy so I put my helmet on and hit the road. The road back is 2 lane 55mph I get about 5 miles down sure enough here this joker comes. I keep goin the speed limit and this guy passes me like hes got something to prove. He keeps on slowing down then hammering it in front of me for about another 4 miles until we get to a stop light. At this point hes kinda getting on my nerves. Not that I condone street racing but this kid had it coming. We pull up to the stop and he asks if I wanna run em. I respond with "My grandmas bike is back at the house ill go get that". So he peels off ahead of me and we meet once again another few miles down the road at an intersection. By the time I get there hes already revvin that 109 like hes mad at it. So I let him hear the rinehart at about 7k. The light turns green and we take off. He had me off the line by maybe 2 bike lengths until he decided to shift, when I blew by him. By the time I hit 100 I had at least 40 ft on him and decided to slow down. I get ready to hit the next light and say something smart assed to the guy but low and behold he makes a right turn. End of story.