Naw, I got's visions of a sweet little bike that weighs a lot less than I do wid me riding on boots with magnesium skid plates on the bottom of them.
Draggin' a sliding dab and making lots of huge white sparks as we wheel around them slow moving hurley blobs on the inside of their "way fat" turn radii. Showering them with love, in other words.
That's the very best and safest time to pass a Hurley -- he's committed to his big fat slow turn radius and he CAN'T make it any tighter so as to come over and run into you. Mostly it just blows their minds momentarily and then they go straight for a little bit ... giving you a little extra room (nice of them, ain't it?)
By the time they get their acts together again Bigzuk is blowing past them, or Toymaker and they tend to remember them, not me.
Or better yet they speed up to try to catch up with me

(temporarily anyway)
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