I know what you mean. I thought I had a nice, straight patch of Troy Rd. all to myself. Then, coming up beside me are two hooliga...er, I mean two young adults riding what seemed to be, at a guess, a 49 cc Ruckus. They were not the ones from our mobile home park. They said something to me, all I heard was "blah, blah, blah Grandpa". That's when the little devil on my left shoulder whispered about how I was the sole rider; their vehicle carried two. And they had 49 cc, I had - well, you get where this is going. I put them behind me as quickly, but as safely, as I could. Don't know how fast I went, but I'm afraid it wasn't my usual 25 mph.