My buddy Brian (RIP) use to have a Katana 1100
Funniest story I ever had of Brian....He could make that carbureted katana backfire like a 12ga shotgun on command by turning it off and turning it back on again. He use to LOVE doing it in tunnels and under wide bridges, but the BEST was the 3 of us were riding the back roads of Alamance county, Brian in the lead, me, then Jim, and we passed this fenced in "yard" that was right up on the road, with 50+ posts that had barrels nailed to them sideways at a slight downward angle. Apparent chicken coops. And on top of these blue plastic barrels mounted on posts were hundreds of chickens...just FEET off the road.
As soon as my brain registered what those were, I KNEW what would take place....I KNEW Brian, and what he was about to do.
Sure enough, 2 seconds after I see brake lights:.......
POW!!!!
and to my right; a SEA of feathers and clucks
I started laughing so hard I couldn't see. Brian had the same problem because we immediately pulled over off the road. When we both took out helmets off our faces were covered in tears and snot and we were laughing hysterically. Jim pulled up and asked if we were OK....and had missed the whole "show" but Jim was kind of a buzzkill anyway so even if he SAW it, he wouldn't think it was funny. Meanwhile Brian and I were damn near hyperventilating over this. About that time we hear the chickens calming down and hear the sound of some old geezer raising hell. Apparently he was yelling at us, and coming across his field to "have a word with us"
We dried our faces off and put our helmets on to continue on riding. But I laughed for hours about that....just that whole visual of KNOWING what Brian was about to do....looking left and then SEEING that whole sea of chicken feathers and hundreds of chickens in unison, molting in mid-air