You start out riding my bumper, not a smart thing to do with a truck. Motorcycle vs. truck, the truck ALWAYS wins. Then you started to pop wheelies and weave back and forth. I couldn’t go any faster since there was traffic ahead of me. You then pass me over a double yellow line. Nice move, the light was red. You looked at me dialing my phone, yes I was calling 911. You got lucky, their phone rang over a dozen times and I got a recorder. I’m so glad there wasn’t a real emergency. The street is not your playground. But, then again keep up the stupidity and one day you’ll probably “kiss” a tree.