I had a run in a few weeks ago with some Harleys. We are all traveling down a 3 lane highway and they pull out in front of me and head to the center lane. There are about 50 of them. They move into the far left lane and I move into the center lane from the right lane to pass slower moving traffic. Within a few minutes the whole group decides to merge into my lane. I'm suddenly stuck in the middle. At a light I lean over and yell to one of the Harley riders that "I don't think I belong here!" He just laughs. Traffic starts to move and the Harleys start to pass me in my lane. It's not a comfortable place to be as I have to stop up short to avoid hitting one that cuts in front of me at the next light. "Screw it" I mumble, I zip into the right lane and pass them all. Giving each of them a biker wave.