So I finally break out the SV now that I am mostly unpacked here in FL, and decide to go ride through perdido key / orange beach AL. While at a stoplight, a guy on a brand new Harley road king pulls up right next to me (in my lane), looks my bike up and down real good and says " Smoke the tire!" I shake my head at him. "Pull a wheelie!" he says. At this point, I am not speaking to this asshat anymore, so I put my visor down and look away. The light turns green and he immediately goes WOT. It had recently rained and the road was a little damp, he starts to lose it, going across the yellow striped median into oncoming traffic. At the last minute he recovers, gets back on the proper side of the road and is gone. About this time, his buddy, who must have been a couple of cars behind me, comes roaring past me (in my lane) at probably 20-30 MPH faster than I was doing. I see them every once in a while for the next 20 minutes weaving in and out of traffic, until I finally see them stopped at what else? A bar. I thought idiots like this were supposed to be in wife beaters, riding R6s?