On the way back from a meet this evening, and I stop for fuel. I carry on and join the Northern Bypass of Gloucester. I had spotted a motorcycle of some description a car or two back from the roundabout, to my left. I proceed along the dual carriageway at a modest pace [1] keeping an eye on my mirrors, just in case. I spot some head lights gaining in that heart sinking fashion [2], so I roll it off, sharpish, and pull to the left hand lane. Well, the fucker[3] flew past on the gas. Realising I'd been had, the red mist came down and off we went. I still couldn't make out what it was as I'd forgotten to change my visor from tint[4], and it was after dusk. Well he didn't roll off at all, and nor did I for that matter, and at last count we were in the 170 region. Those what know, know the bypass ain't straight! One of those never ending sweeper. So that was quite a ride. The other guy flicks it into the Elmbridge Court roundabout, which is about three lanes wide and proceeds to produce a firework display from his knee slider. Off the roundabout to the next one, only this time I will not be caught napping. Dusted the fucker off, in no uncertain terms, only using a bit of the outside white line, at around the 150 ish :-). After that I didn't see him, so I tootled home. A good end to a good evening. [1] 75 'ish [2] fast [3] a big twin of some sort [4] oops
