It’s a Small World

It Is Indeed a Small World. The other day I took off on one of my short mountain loops of about 50 miles. About half way through the ride as I headed uphill on Honey Springs Road I noticed a motorcycle following me. Not knowing if the rider was familiar with the many curves ahead of us, I sped up rather than get involved in the passing game. For the next six or seven miles the unidentified rider and I played yo-yo through the curves. I could tell that the guy had good horsepower, as he would close in on the straight-aways. With my TG644 single horsepower disadvantage in the wind, I slowed and moved to the right side of my westbound lane in the first long straightaway. Instead of passing me the rider, who was on an