I have to laugh every time someone starts taking race. I daughters boyfriend rides a busa and if that isn't enough it's on the bottle too. He used to give me crap about racing him all the time. He is young like we all were once. Guess thats while he still rides a busa. Just for amusement one night I agreed to race him but it had to be on my terms. He was all over it. So the rules I asigned was starting line was the stop light on main street and green would be our light. First one to Beale Street, roughly 700 miles from here would be the winner. Didn't take him long for a kid to figure out who would win. If you in the wind you are good and every scoot out there has a purpose. I didn't want any part of him stop light to stop light and he didn't want anything to do with a slow old bagger once you started stretching out the days. Upside is doesn't matter if we are in town riding, or we are out riding for the day, the speed or the stops for rest always caterer to the bike that is at the disadvantage