I rode from Winchester, VA to Richmond, VA this morning. When I was about 40 miles out from Richmond I noticed a bike about a mile ahead of me on I-95. Since I enjoy running down other bikes (especially that other brand) I picked it up and went after him. When I started to get close I realized it was a sport bike. They aren't as much fun as one twist of the throttle and they can put you way back again. Then I got real close and saw that it was a blue and silver Busa. The rider was really laid out with his legs behind him and looked like he was taking a nap. It was the quietest Busa I have ever heard. It hardly made a sound. I think he saw me as I got closer as he picked it up a little. And I knew that no matter how fast I went that he could beat me but I needed a little adrenalin rush this morning. I was able to get by him and we were in triple digits and he got about 20 feet behind me and sat in my slipstream for the next 20 miles or so. It was like he was shadowing me and telling me that I could go as fast as I wanted and he would still be 20 feet behind me. I never heard his bike make a peep. It was that quiet. I pulled off for gas and he continued his stealth ride down the highway.