Ok here it goes. My friend and I (the girl that got her first bike, the YZF600r) went for a moderate ride out east from where we live to show her where a group I ride with goes on Sundays. She pulls up to the house around 1PM and has a friend of hers on the back of her bike. Now keep in mind, my friend only has about 3-4days seat time on this bike and still getting to know it. So we get ready to go riding and everything is going great. She taking corners really well, doing about 70MPH and hitting some long sweeping turns. Well at the halfway point we stop at a BP station out in a Mayaka City, and take a quick break. Well we get back on our bikes and I show her some of the more technical reducing radius 25MPH corners I usually take at 70-80 on my 7. Since shes with me and riding two up, and not really a skiled rider yet, we take the corners slow at about 40 or so. Enough to get a small lean but still have fun. Well we get to the end of the road and stop again and all is going well till we turn back and start heading home. So just to stretch my bikes legs a little I open her up to a brisk 150MPH in a straight and then slow down to let my friend catch up since she was only doing about 70 or so. I look in my mirror and see this 3/4 ton Dodge Diesel barreling down on me like hes gonna squish me like a bug and passes me blowing black soot all over me. I'm what a dousch, and keep riding letting my friend catch and shes yelling and hollaring over the intercom systems we have about the asshole in the truck almost hitting her before he passed. Some guys are assholes. Anyway I said just let it go and get your head back in the game and we continued on our way back to the halfway point to rest a little before the trek home. Well that's when all hell breaks loose. All of a sudden her mind reverts back to when she had this 50cc scooter and shes scared to lean the bike to get it back through the 25MPH hairpins we had to go through before. First turn a little wide but not too bad. Second turn scared the shit out of me. I go through it fine with no issues about 50MPH after signaling her to slow down a little so that she being inexpirienced doesnt come in too hot and go wide again due to on coming traffic. She freezes up for some reason and expecting her to be right behind me the next thing could've warranted clean shorts. I hear a scream, tires screeching and a noise that sounded like metal on plastic smashing, and look to my mirror. What I saw was what looked like her trying to mount this 3/4 ton Dodge truck, while playing chicken with a white Lincoln Towncar. I immediatly grabbed a handful of brakes while downshifting getting to turn back to make sure that if she went down I was there to do a much as I could to help or call 911. Thank God she didn't go down and she caught up to me and I let her take the lead. Every turn after that, she was either wide or almost in the dirt, so we stopped at the BP we stopped at first, and shared a Monster thinking the sugar in it would help get her head back in the game long enough to get home. It worked. I took her passenger with me on my 7 and we started on our journey home. My thinking is if that asshole hadn't freaked her out like he did in the first truck she might have ok the rest of the way home. Anyway I know it wasn't me but I'm still a little shaken by it. She's home now and taken it easy. Still alive and working through a panic attack that started about 6 hours ago.