What is your most deviant riding guilty pleasure?

[joeyrotten]

this is not really deviant, but I do like pulling up to stoplights behind scowling badass bikers on their tasseled machines and then blithley going around them like they are turds in the road when the light changes to green. takes 'em forever to stomp their rigs into gear and get underway it seems.

[Mike Qube]

I'm guilty of setting off alarms. It's become a game on my ride to work, I know what cars are sensitive on my way and get them everyday. I'm up to about 10 on my 3 mile ride.

[DucHead]

Guilty pleasure, huh?....Well, I don't "try" to do this, and I sure don't like to do it very often, but I definitely get some pleasure out of it....

Ride pretty fast in the mountains and hitting the curves pretty hard, but not opening it up in the straights - instead maintaining a nice, steady, flowing pace. Then, passing   on the side of the road, he pulls behind me, hits the lights, and........I just contune on, picking up the pace a little, because I know he can't hang in the twisties.  

Yeah. Probably a guilty pleasure.  

Winner!   

[NoisyDante]

Apart from riding ridiculously fast and lane splitting/weaving between cars as I'm going to work in the mornings, I like casually observing the throngs of people who stop and stare when I park in a crowded area.  It's fun to act like you're oblivious as to what's going on, but I know everyone is staring at the bike, all the guys make their girlfriends stop walking for a moment, it's awesome.  Very nice self esteem boost.

[speedknot]

Good thread.  
I love lighting up the back tire while at a busy intersection and gassing everyone out.  Burnouts always put a smile on my face.  Since I got my DP Conti's, my bike is loud as hell and I'm having fun with it.  I love goosing it under bridges and tunnels.  I'm also enjoying pulling up at the light next to the Escalade driving soccer moms on their cell phones and letting the Monster pipes roar.

[Le Pirate]

I think my favorite has to be this:

I love pulling out of my driveway, and pinning the throttle back on the highway. Red lining each gear until I get to the top of the shifter, then holding it at the throttle lock. FULL freakin' BLAST all the way down the hill side until I get I cross the river and start climbing out of the valley. A few miles of full throttle fun in the middle of no where. Every now and then living out here (where civilization doesn't exist) has it's perks.

[Speedbag]

Not wearing pants.

[CTKurt]

I jump manhole covers when they are repaving and they are ground down to little ramps. i got pulled over for it and the officer kicked me out of town for the day.

[zenjim]

Lately I'm enjoying getting some air Isle of Mann style on a freeway overpass bump thingee. Keep in mind if traffic allows me to get to 90 we're talking maybe an inch on the front wheel. But in my head McGuiness is worried about the yank behind him making the pass.

While lane-splitting sometimes looking into an approaching rear-view mirror will reveal a bonny young lass who looks a mite bored. I will often slow down to gaze down into the loveliness and nod or give a slight wave. Mmmm...bonny young lass. Sometimes the response is a coquettish smile or a wave... sometimes they get freaked out and turn into you. Either way makes for an exciting ride.

I'll admit that nothing is more satisfying than giving the cell phone talkers an earful of Motocreations finest boomtube symphony. No one deserves it more. But lane-splitting on the 405 for 30 miles every day each way, if I took the time to do that to everyone, my commute would take longer than driving a car. These days I'm saving myself for that extraordinary asshat. Someone on the phone and drifting out of the lane for example. I did this to some twat who had drifted at least 2 feet over the double yellow into the carpool lane more than once as I approached. As I (carefully) made a pass and gave him some throttle he jumped off his seat, scared shitless and actually looked like I woke him up. He was sharing his phone texts with his passenger.

At times like these I often wonder if hurling corpses laden with the bubonic plague is achievable from a motorbike. Going medieval so to speak...

[okpanic]

letting the dry clutch rattle force yuppies to roll up their windows at stop lights. Even if I roll up to a light that i know will be empty except for me and the car in the next lane, I will hug that center line just to make it louder for them...

[bishop]

letting the dry clutch rattle force yuppies to roll up their windows at stop lights. Even if I roll up to a light that i know will be empty except for me and the car in the next lane, I will hug that center line just to make it louder for them...

hahaha, I do that sometime. Don't have a dry clutch, damn 696 but loud exhaust that sets off alarms - yes.

[Veloce-Fino]

My guilty riding pleasure is not so deviant. When I get that sudden animal rage or a cager pisses me off I will yell incredibly loud inside my helmet and hammer the throttle.

I'm pretty sure people can hear me because I have gotten scared looks from bystanders.

[Richie#20]

Although I like to ride in a crowd of friends, I also like to ride for my own some times. I put a gum in my mouth, just to watch if I'm relaxed. No one to wait for, no looks into the mirrors. After a while I get into a flow and I'm thinking about nothing. Just ridin' on a perfect bike, on a winding road with fine weather. Seems to be the best thing what I can do.

[Slow Guy]

Every Saturday there is a car/motorcycle show here in town.  And every time there is some ass hat in a little F&Fr car with a coffee can exhaust that wants to race up the on ramp to the freeway...and every time they freakin lose.  These are the same d-bags that 20 minutes before were bragging up how fast their car is, revving the piss outta the engine, and looking over at the bikes with this smug little grin like we should all be standing in our own pee.  See ya on the road scag!!!   

[Monsterlover]

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Epic description right there