Well a few saturday nights ago I went cruising around,just had my bike checked out. New plugs in it and was running a little rich because flames shot out every time I shifted. Forged piston and rods still looked good. Oversized carbs finnaly running at peak with the stage 3 jet kit in it. Found a happy medium between rich and lean. Cleaned my dual k and n intakes and polished up my exhaust. Just had the aftermarket cams put in. Washed it and light wax. My beast was looking nice and sounding better. Well I am riding around and wanted to ride with some buds just was waiting for them to hit the scene. I saw 2 gsxr 1000 (04 probably) and a 04 cbr600rr. They were clean, had the 2 brothers exhaust on it,aftermarket pegs,grips,,and bar ends. All had the tags hidden and flush mounts. Aftermarket swing arm spools. Well anyways they all looked nice being new and colorful and shit. Well there were 3 of them so I got behind one of them and just started riding around with them. Then they were like who the fuck are you, it seemed to me that since I had a 97 instead of a 04 or some crap I couldnt hang. Well then they tried to lose me and at this point I was like I just want to fuck with them, they couldnt shake me at all but then I grew tired of the pussys with the pretty shiny bikes and just drove away and found my other biker friends. Point is I thought ppl who are riding around like when more ppl ride with them. It just looks cooler 10 bikes instead of 3 bikes you know. I guess I am wrong. Then again maybe it was cause I was white and they were hispanics. Hopefully that isnt it.