This was my last big run of the season.  I caught up with 2 friends of mine for a 2 day run of the Kancamagus Highway.  The weather was ok, if a bit grey.  Jim (on the SV-650) and I headed out from NH around 7pm the 1st day.  It's a few hours ride so we swapped bikes half way.  Mine has the better wind protection, his has the more comfortable position.  Up around Concord NH a Dodge Neon kept pulling up by us and hanging there.  I'd blip the gas and get some distance, and shortly the Neon would come chugging up again.  Was starting to really annoy me because cars acting like that make me nervous on the bike.  After a few times of just getting a little distance between the Neon and I and them catching up again, I went for a large gap and opened the SV-650 up, Jim on the 929 in tow.  That seemed to do the trick, so we went back to normal highway speeds.  About 15 mins later, I see some headlights....that looked a lot like a Neon.  Sure enough, there is the stupid neon again, this time on my right side....pulls up and hangs there.  I look over to the car to figure out what the hell is going on....only to be greeted by a pair of breasts.  I shook my head, gave a thumbs up and they pulled up in front of me....with the breasts now in the rear window.  I clicked on the high beams and waved....laughing in my helmet.  All this time, they were trying to flash us, but I was having trouble seeing past the fact the car was starting to annoy me.  Jim on the 929 said he didn't get any "love" so I guess they liked the SV-650 more. 

When we get to the motel, after making a bad choice and thinking the hotel was on the OTHER side of the Kank and riding up and back 64 miles to correct the mistake (which was a very cold, and cool ride, was midnight, clear skies, and we were the only people on the whole road), we find out that the cops have already paid Ed (the owner of the Ducati 998) a visit.  Ed, having just bought his bike, didn't want to see it stolen.  So he rolled it into the room, which was on the bottom floor of this seedy motel.  I guess someone saw him do it and told the owner.  Owner's wife comes down asking if there is a bike in the room...oh..nope...no bikes here.  When the owner's wife was clear, Ed rolls the bike out so it's seen "not in the room".  Sets his alarm for an hour, takes a nap, rolls bike back in when alarm goes off.  Now the Owner is at the door asking if the bike is in the room....nope....my friend has it out, owner leaves.  Door knocks a 3rd time, this time it's a police officer.  "Sir, can you please remove the motorcycle from the room"....sure thing officer.  Ed has a knack for getting the police to show up regardless of what we are doing.  No harm no foul.  This motel was very ghetto....it still had the "magic fingers" vibrating beds...and they worked. 

The ride the next day was nice, Brisk without being crazy.  Temps were comfortable, no sun out though.  I lead most of the way since I was most familiar with the road.  Of course we all did our best to let the other guys know they weren't faster.  I had one run after the Duc that was pretty fun.  The Duc had fallen behind some slow traffic when he make the same pass we did.  So the SV and I pulled off a few miles up so he could catch up.  A minute or two later we hear the familiar sound of the Duc coming up the road.  We get out bikes started and get ready for him to come by.  Once he saw us you could hear him grab the gas and make a run too keep us off his tail.  We take off on the SV and 929 and make chase.  After a few turns I lost sight of the SV in the rearview, and didn't see the Duc yet.  There was no traffic between the Duc and I so I'm going at a pretty fast pace to catch up.  After a minute or so I see the Duc's tail briefly before it disappeared behind a turn up the road.  Gun it up the straight and make the turn to see the Duc ahead.  Opened up the 929 all the way and the Duc was shortly off my front fender.  Ed said he could hear my bike screaming up behind him.  That run was one of those perfect runs where everything just flows along, nothing like being up in the mountains chasing down a Red Duc 998, only thinking about the road and the bike.  Ride home was uneventful, other than getting rained on alittle.