As my buddy say's all stories should start with "So there I was..."

So there I was, driving to work this morning on the back roads that I drive every day because they are devoid of life.  I rounded this right hand curve and saw a backup, 20 cars, due to a country garbage truck making it's run.  Luckily where I stopped there was a turn off on to these real county twisties, it was a longer drive, but not as long as waiting for the garpage man.  So I am zipping down the road enjoying the handeling and get to the end to make my right.  I turn and decide to get on it as there is another right hand curve coming up that I can carve through.  As I enter the corner some redneck on his 15 year old Craftsman rider with dump wagon is in the middle of my lane heading towards me just having a good ole time...  Picture the stereotypical redneck.  If I was in my truck he would have been toast, but the ABS did it's job as I braked hard and veerd to the left around him.  I never had a worry about losing controll.  I wanted to stop and slap the a$$ hole in the back of the head.  Oh BTW I was doing the speed limit.

Andy