last year I was out on the FZ1 on hwy 198 halfway between coalinga and hwy25, late in the day ,6:30pm on a sunday . I stopped to have a smoke at one of the few turnouts, I was there for a few minutes when an old guy on a OLD ASS hd rode up, stopped and asked I needed any help. I replied no I'm good just having a smoke, he said I'll join you, and got off his bike, when he did I saw the Angels patch on his jacket. He said he broke down on that very stretch of road one time, years ago, aand ended up walking most of the night before someon finaly stopped and gave him a ride. So he always stops now if he see's a lone motorcycle on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. We chatted for a few then went on our way. To contrast that was an event that happened a couple weeks earlier while going out on the KTM. I had just gotten to a very good NARROW TWISTY and 1/4 mile ahead was a bunch of theses guys "'Im no criminal, I dont really even ride much more than 2 sunday afternoons a month...' 'But when I do LOOK OUT! Cause Ima pretend criminal. " Complete with skull masks, Stalhelms and all, and a couple of guys with white tennys Anyway this road is so narrow and rough, and no place for a HD, that they'd let me by . Well no, for 4-5 miles every time i tried to pass one them would swing wide into the other lane and put the block on me.:huh There were so many of them I couldnt get by the whole bunch in any one straight. It was almost rediculous at how hard they were try to keep me behind them as at time they were down to 15mph on a road i average 55 on ,but i didnt want to die in one of the many blind corners so I played their game but was picking em off one at a time forcing myself into their group. When we got to a place where there was a hard left into a long straight where you could see about 1/2 mile, I squared the corner off early dove into the dirt on the other side of the road cutting the whole corner off by a couple hundred feet. As Im cutting through the dirt at 60 I pulled along front few riders who were flipping me off. I could see their hogs jumping all around as they tried to speed up on the rough road and stay ahead of me. so I waved as I passed them in the dirt on the opposite side of the road, and I made sure I backed it in back on the road and threw a bunch of gravel and dirt on to in appreciation of their fine riding ettiquete.