This week I had done several things to the Nomad,wrapped pipes, changed plugs and coolant and with the high today only in the mid 70's It looked like a good opportunity to do a good shake down run on some of my favorite twisty's. All went well until about 7 miles from home on one of those old twisty country roads that urban sprawl has overtaken,you no the type, where a long straight stretch is 100 yards long and there is little if any shoulder. I came up behind a car that was going a little slower than I was so I backed of a little, then a small suv comes up behind me leaving only about a car length between us so I backed off from the car in front of me some more just in case and it was a good thing I did. About 2 miles into this three some traveling group we came around a curve to see about 8 men in white suits working on both sides and in the road. We were only going about 25-30 miles per hour so I think no big deal until I hear the sound no one on to wheels wants to hear that is 2 front tires of a cage sliding on asphalt right behind you. Lucky for me I had added the extra following distance for this fool and had already down shifted all I had to do was let off the brake hammer the gas then hammer the brake again while hollering an expletive that the road gang thought was meant for them from the looks I got. About 1 1/2 miles further the road ended at a stop sign I never turned and looked at them or hand gestured to them or anything but I did roll the bike backward about 3 ft toward them. When I went out of sight they were still sitting at the stop sign. Looking back on it this would have been a good time to stop and explain to the driver the need for proper following distance but at the time I was not in the mood.