6:15 AM. On my way into the office.
Guy passes me, in traffic, on the right. Tennis shoes, shorts, Doo-Rag, and a lit smoke, no windshield. Wow... the guy's on a Valk. He's got his blue LED accent lights on. (No no in Indiana)
He takes my lane... Then proceeds to go back to the right lane to pass a couple more cars and squeeze BACK into the left lane as the 2 become 1. As we come to a stop light, the road is CLOSED. (It has been for WEEKS) He's going left, I am going right. We we're even, even though I rode nice and polite, and didn't show the world that bikers are sphincters.
Through the whole thing... the guy never even acknowledged me. How can you pass another guy on a Fat Lady, and NOT at least give each other a nod?
Proof that dicks walk among even Valk riders.

Jabba