I was moping around last week 'cause all my $$$ has been going into trying to finish my shop before the rains come back...so not much left for riding. Waiting on securing more funding, it was supposed to be done a week ago but still waiting...so finally Kevin must've grown tired of my whining and said hey, I'll loan you some so you can go ride. I'd been itching to take the RD400 down to Oakridge via Ripplebrook/Detroit/Aufderheide ever since my last trip down. The owners of the Cascade Motel (great folks!) said I could lock my bike up in their secure storage. No way would I leave a clean vintage bike outside overnight! So yesterday I headed out at 11:00am and the temps both yesterday and today were perfect. All of the roads were in really good shape. I stopped @ Ripplebrook to hydrate and there were the usual bikes from each way. A couple of guys come roaring into the parking lot acting/sounding like they were some fast dudes...new Ducatis & all. A couple of minutes before I headed out toward Detroit Lake they took off rather conspicuously loud & fast. I thought to myself, well I won't see them again..... Now anyone who's seen me knows although I have decades of experience I'm pretty slow...my current lack of fitness is a big reason why. Plus I've mellowed with age, but I do like at least a bit of a lean. Imagine my surprise when I caught up to the Ducati guys not two minutes after I left. I figured a car must've held 'em up. But as I waited for them to pull away, something funny was amiss...these guys couldn't or wouldn't lean to save their lives. They HAD to have been brand new riders. I was right on the a$$ of the back one, but I try to be polite and won't pass on DY unless it's a bike that moves over and waves me by, the same thing I do to the many riders I encountered who are faster than I. As soon as we would get to a significant straight, the one in front with an aftermarket exhaust would play "straight line hero" and wick it up to 80-90+ mph. I laughed at the absurdity of him, being as he seemed unable to lean even half as much as your average slow bagger HD. It was actually entertaining in a weird way. My RD400 is in great shape, mechanically like new but I didn't want to push it too much, so in an effort to keep this tool in sight (so I could pass him when the serious twisties about 18 miles from Detroit started) I'd go up to about 75. Each time even some really mild sweepers or turns came up I'd catch up fairly easily. What I forgot about was the wicked 15mph decreasing radius downhill hairpin about 10 miles from the Breitenbush campground. After his latest straight line heroics, I was just about caught up when I arrived at that curve; I came in way too hot....but told myself, just trust your tires! Terrified for a couple of seconds, the RD railed right through. In 35+ years of riding, I've never been over that far. It's a damn good thing that bike has rearsets, 'cause if it had the stock pegs with the under pipe loop I think I'd have been toast. The adrenaline rush from those few seconds was unreal! So now we're at the twisties. They came up to a Harley and didn't pass him. I was right on their ass again and even with a DY I said fuck it, I'm tired of their halfassed pace. After disapearing through a few corners, I deliberately took it easier to see if they'd catch up. Nope. I was getting fuel at the corner station in Detroit and I see them ride up, and then cross over 22 into the shopping area. I always eat lunch at Cedar's. Their bikes were parked there. I parked next to theirs and went in. After eating I went out right before they left. I was getting ready to leave, the young one (Mr. Straight line hero) was kind of passive-aggresively looking through me as I said, "Have a nice ride" when I took off. I'd almost decided to wink at him at the same time just for fun but held off. He had that look of, "why are you talking to me, I'm better than you." I laughed to myself at the fact this schmuck was so elitist yet so inept. Those thoughts kept me entertained all the way to McKenzie Bridge and the Aufderheide. Hmm maybe I'm just easily amused! It's weird, the last time I rode from Ripplebrook to Detroit I encountered a very young Newbie on a hot bike that couldn't ride a lick, but he didn't try to keep me from passing. I guess that road must be some kind of training route?