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Three motorcycles change lanes to place themselves in front of me on the highway. The girl on the back of one proceeds to have a conversation with the guy on the other...they're leaning over and slowing rapidly to 35 MPH. No such luck in changing lanes to pass them once we were crawling along at that speed -- everyone was blowing by. I just wanted to hit the gas and plow thru their daytripping a$$es with the truck. Some of us had work to go to. They were lucky it was me behind them, alert and ready with good brakes, or they would have been leather-clad road pizza. Grrrrrrrr-owl!
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