I restrict my riding to Sunday mornings, real early, but late enough so that the drunks have already passed out. During the week, it's too darned scary to ride. People must have those cellphones surgicaly attached, and they just don't pay attention.

I even had had a soccer mom roll down her window and scream at me, because she couldn't use her phone due to the drag pipes on the Sporty. I kept saying "huh?' to her until she was red in the face. I almost wanted to do a burnout, but I know she would have called the fuzz on me.