Just now I was coming home from the hospital, 2 lane highway. US 52. On the Goldwing.
I was doing 75 in a 55, about to back out of it as I was approaching a moron in a white Prius going the speed limit. No passing zone, curve approaching.
A mess of headlights behind me had been approaching fast.
I was centered in the lane and suddenly, simultaneously on both sides, two Harleys passed me at least ten mph faster than I was going. Then two more.
The 2nd pair had women on the back and the one on the left appeared to be completely naked, holding her arms up in the air and yelling something that I couldn't hear over the noise machines.
The Prius was rapidly getting closer and now there were 4 idiots on Harleys between me and the car and none of them showed me any brake lights, so sensing impending disaster I snapped to zero throttle, then two more Harleys running side by side, got in the oncoming lane entering the curve and matched my speed.
One of the Harleys actually rear ended the Prius and left a tire mark, and the Prius apparently floored it. As I was backing down, 4 more Harleys passed me in the oncoming lane. With no more Harleys in my mirrors, and a safe brakable distance between me and the retard brigade I sped back up to 75 mph and followed for a while. Four Harleys remained right on the Prius, two pairs side by side, til one of them hit the Prius again and got a wild fork shimmy, hit his brakes, making the one behind him hit the gravel, and the two on the left moved into the oncoming lane and got beside the Prius and one of the women on the back of one of the bikes started hitting the side of the Prius.
The other two Harleys regained control and joined their fellow idiots in the northbound lane and what I believe was broken glass hit my bike's windshield.
By this point we were all doing about 90 mph, and I was about 3-4 truck lengths behind them.
Then the Harleys sped up and passed the Prius, and the Prius backed down to 55, then 45.
The Prius whipped into a grain elevator parking lot so I followed it. I got up beside it and turned my engine off and yelled "are you OK" but the Prius took off, throwing gravel and got back on the road heading back north.
The windows on the Prius were not broken, so I assume the glass was from a bottle.
I said **** it & went home.