Originally Posted by
dpex
I stopped and had a yak to a couple of kids doing silly shit on a back-road near me, in a car.
Granted, it took me a few minutes to talk them down from giving me the bash for interfering with what they perceived as their God-given right to act like fools.
The fact is, they're kids (early 20's) bored shitless with the modern risk-free environment of wall-to-wall OSH.
I asked if either could ride a bike. Both said they could...although maybe not one quite as big as mine...which kind've put them in the 1-to-2 zone of knowledge of bikes, 1-to-10.
Anyway. One thing led to another and I asked if they'd be keen to have a crack at riding my bike at Puke, on a track-day. That got their attention.
I explained that they could start really slowly till they got a handle on the bike and the track, then go from there. And that there would be 'almost' professional riders willing and able to give them all the advice they would need during the day.
I offered to kit them with my leathers, boots, helmet, back protector and gloves.
That all got too much. Vinnie (clearly the Alpha male) then said, 'Why ya talkin' 'bout this? Whaddaya want? Youse just an old cunt'....Gawd, where have I heard that before.....'Why you sayin' what ya sayin' man?'
'Hmmmm. The reason is complex. But to make it simple. You two, and lot like you, believe you know a lot about driving fast, but my guess is you haven't actually gone to any real limits.
On this bike, on the Pukekohe track, you 'could' take this bike out to 240Ks, legally.'
The fact is they'd be in group 4 and making the slowbies look fast, at first. And maybe a lowside or two might bring some reality to their lives. :--))
'The fuck you say! Man!' That's modern Hoon-speak for, 'You're kidding me, right?'
'Nup.'
That got their interest. Half an hour later, having explained the rules of engagement for a track-day, the 'boys' were converts.
So, I'd like to ask you all this, but prefaced with:-
I have had a fabulous life and taken from it a great deal. I now have the time and resource to put a bit back. I'd like to expose these hoons to the joy/fear/bang of real speed in a safe ER envirnoment. The hope being they'll tell their mates who will also want to have a go and, thereby, get a few more hoons into a new head-space.
I'm happy to put my bike on the block for the adventure.
The question is. Do you think I'm barking up the madman's tree?
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