So the day before Labor Day, a coworker asked me to take him on a ride. I always tell everyone the same thing, "Don't ride beyond your limits..." and so forth. He told me he knew his limits. I suppose he eventually grew tired of the big Wing with a car tire blocking his scenery and blew past me at about 150. I tried to speed up to catch him to warn him of a 90 degree curve coming up but he had built too much of a lead on the straights. Well, after I dusted him off, I suggested he come to a track day with me for some lessons.