<font color='#000000'>It was around 1 in the morning and I had just left my gf house feelin' on top of the world. Heading east before the transition to the 202 towards scottsdale (home) I saw a pack of 6 Guys on Crotch-rockets. I was crusin at a cool 70 (the speed limit was 55) But I knew if I wanted to catch up to them I was going to have to speed up. I dropped it into fourth and slowly creped up without looking obvious like I wanted to race... I mean come on, these are 180mph + bikes, I knew I had no chance. By the time I caught up to them we were doing close to 90 (on a 55). I had the top down so they could see I was Eye Ballin' the chick on the back. The guy on the bike got alittle pissed off so he sped up and so did the rest of them. Sitting back for a second I decided to take my car to the limit, but knowing there was no chance I could ever beat anyone of the speed junkies. I filipped it back in to fourth and waited almost till red line and jumped into 5th. They saw I was closing the gap and allowed to met up with them again, staring at the chick on the back once more, the driver motioned his hand over to the right and 2 seconds later 3 of the six bikes were on my right side, at this point were dodging through cars at 118mph (knowing that if a cop happen to get on the fwy and see all of us pass by... Guess who would be the one to get popped??? At the moment I did care, I was racing with 6 bikes doing 115+. After traffic was long gone and nothing but open road was ahead, each bike took off as if I was standing still, and they did it just to let me know I never had a chance. At that moment, I had the biggest adrinaline rush in my life.</font>
