
At this point, all my hooliganing around with trying to back'er in like Mdubya paid off -- I hammered the front brake, and did a rolling stoppie for about 40 feet - the back end waving side-to-side, probably a couple inches off the deck. I got it hauled down about 10 feet before I center-punched the drivers door. Big clank/thud as the rear returned to terra firma. The lady's eyes were about as big as dinner plates, and she was recoiling away from the door, preparing for impact.
It would have been so fuckin' cool if I'd have done it ON PURPOSE, INTENTIONALLY! It's good to know I still have some of that Turn 1 @ Summit gene in me.
