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[Ace Le Count]

Does anyone have some crazy 914 stories that they'd like to share? Maybe your son/daughter was born in one? Maybe you drag raced someone that was getting cocky because they thought their riced out civic was faster? Maybe you used a 914 as a getaway car after you robbed a bank? How has your 914 saved the day?

[90quattrocoupe]

My Dad lived in Ridgecrest, CA and I would go up to visit him from Long Beach. Going up hwy 395 there is a deep valley between Johannesburg and Ridgecrest. Down one side and up the other. In those days, it was just 2 lanes.
Going home after the weekend, I reached the bottom of the valley, to find a motorhome with 4 guys on Harleys. behind the motorhome, starting up the other side. When we got to the broken double line for passing, the Harleys pulled out to pass and I followed them.
They are going about 1mph more than the motorhome. I figured they were messing with me. They were separate, with 2 on the left side of the lane and 2 on the right. After about an 1/8 of a mile, they had not even gotten up to along side the motorhome.
I took a look at how far they were spread apart, and said I can make that. I dropped a gear and passed them up by going between them.
These were not the Harleys of today. The bikes were more like the ones in Easy Rider. They came after me, but they had to back off, after we hit 90. They had what we used to call Harley high speed wobble. Never saw those guys again.