It’s nice to see other chicks take up building custom bikes. Check out this gnarly XR500 I scoped at Babes In The Dirt in Gorman owned by Amber “Bam Bam” Willat of Dirty Girls Project. She says this thing rips dirt and asphalt like a mother fucker! R-A-D!!!
Interstate 5 is a north-south freeway that goes from southern California through Washington State. It’s a major truck route, and some stretches are pretty desolate. Speed limit is 70 MPH in much of northern California, and it isn’t unusual for traffic to be moving about 80. I’m heading northbound doing about 80 in the left lane of a a 2-lane stretch, passing a pretty steady stream of trucks in the right lane, a safe distance behind another car doing about the same. Jerk in a Dodge Charger comes from behind screaming up on my bumper flashing his lights about half a car length behind me.
The trucks to the right are in a pretty tight convoy and there’s also another car in front, plus the tailgater is being a complete douche so I’m in no particular hurry to let him pass. There’s an overpass about ¾ of a mile ahead.
Just then my radar detector gives a brapp-brapp KA band warning ahead, pretty weak but getting stronger. I give it a few seconds to get closer, then flash my lights once and the car ahead pulls to the right between two trucks, as do I.
Jerk in the Charger floors it and passes us doing well over 90 just as we approach the overpass, finger extended. Radar detector is screaming now. Sure enough, CHP is lurking on the onramp and comes zooming down with lights blazing after the Charger. Gave him a nice wave as I went by, couldn’t have timed it better.