This morning I'm cruising in to work and I spot a bike coming up behind me. In my head I'm hoping it's a 600 or at most a 750. Of course not, it's a damn R1...of all the bikes to run into I get this one. I don't even look over hoping he'll drive right by....negative. He punches it a few times and keeps looking over at me We stop at the next light and I debate even trying my luck. I decide what the hell, I got nothing to lose (besides my license or my life) and wait for green. I hear him bring the revs up a bit and on green I'm out. I spun a little in 1st and he's out 2 bikes instantly. Bang 2nd and I stop his pull. 3rd gear more of the same, he keeps the 2 bikes and neither one of us move. We shut down @ 100 or so and I'm pumping and praying (skinnies and stock brakes:nonono: ) He pull up next to me and says "Thats a fast ****ing car bro, you hung in there" I tell him thanks and assure him that he could have pulled away from me easily. He said "shit no, I was on it the whole time" He turned off and I continued on to work in disbelief. Nice way to start the morning.