Funny story about an encounter I had with a guy on a Grom. I was approaching a secondary road I always take to access other back roads when I go riding, and a guy on a Grom was turning down the same road from the opposite direction. There were 3 or 4 cars in front of me while I was waiting to turn left, and by the time I turned, the guy on the Grom was about 1/4 of a mile down the road in front of me. I'd say he was doing about 45, then the devil on my shoulder made a better case than the angel on my other shoulder and I twisted the right grip on my VTR to the stop. By the time I passed the guy on the Grom I was doing about 110. I'm sure he had to go home and change is underwear, and redo his man bun...I'm also sure he was calling me every name in the book...