I was heading out of town this morning on the bike and came to a stoplight. A Harley pulled up behind me and it looked like a blue Road King with ape hangers (bags with no fairing or windshield). As the light turned green, I took off at a normal pace and, when I hit about 65 mph with a car a few paces in front of me, he came roaring around me, cut in front of me, and then jumped back into the right lane to pass the car in front of me and almost clipped it's back bumper. I just shook my head, laughed, and let him go.
In another mile up the road, I pulled up behind him at the last light out of town on a two-lane divided highway. I'm not one to stereotype but this guy fit the profile. He was a 50-something like me with the sleeves cut off of his jean shirt. On one bag, he had a 'Badass' sticker. On the other, he had a sticker of a skeleton's middle finger.
Knowing what he would do, I was ready. When the light turned green, I stayed right behind him and I toyed with him on my X until the speedo topped 90 mph, and then I backed off (I don't need a ticket). I had plenty to spare on the throttle if I wanted to take him. As I backed off, he came to a curve in the road and I saw him bobble in the turn. Again, I just shook my head and laughed.
I know it was high shoolish machismo but sometimes boys will be boys.