Alrighty then, I-26 'round here moves fast, 80-90 in sections between cities. Cops don't patrol too hard, and people just FLY. I was in the left lane, doin 85-87 somewhere around there anyways. I check my mirrors about every 10-20 seconds, just paranoid I guess. See a guy on a motorcycle, weaving in and out, basically being a nuisance. He's prolly doing 100 or so. So I get over in the right lane, being the proper thing to do. Well, he had already decided to pass me in the right lane, and my PROPER lane change miffed him I guess. I didn't cut him off, or do any radical moves, I signaled, checked my blind spot and changed lanes.
So, he goes to pass me on the left...but telling me I'm number one, with his middle finger. Well, at 85 mph, 3rd runs HARD. So I rev-matched, went into third and returned the gesture. Heh...
His bike was prolly a 500 or so, had a half-faring and a engine cooler scoop. Prolly ran it up to 120, somewhere around there, 4th ain't that hot, but he could not keep up, much to his surprise.
Just thought I'd share.