So, it was 1987, and I had just bought the new Honda "Hurricane" (CBR600). I was stationed at March AFB, in Riverside Ca. at the time,and for Spring Break, headed East on I-10 across the desert toward Palm Springs. I was able to get the bike to an indicated 146mph.. slowed down for a while, when this passes me....
930 Slant nose turbo cabriolet, top down, 2 guys rolling on.. so... I tuck up behind them, maybe 5-10' off their bumper.. the passenger is turned around yelling, thumbs up, and appears to tell his friend to hit it....
So we are in the middle of the desert, me 5' off their bumper at around 125-135mph, when I get the bright idea that I can take them.. well, as I swing out from my nice tight draft into the wind, well, let's just say it was eye opening.... I felt like I was hit by a truck, and lost about 10-20 mph... so needless to say, they left me... but I did see them later in the weekend in Palm Springs, and had a good laugh...
