When the rubber hits the road.

[beyond]

It's a beautiful day, the warmth of the sun caresses
your leathers and the smell of the countryside wafts
past your senses.

You're about to enter a well known set of corners
and the anticipation builds as you prepare to work
as one with your machine. Over a hundred horsepower
are ready to do your bidding through the simple
twist of a wrist and a basic wire is the only thing that
harnesses them all.

You approach the first corner, push the inside bar
a little and drop your inside shoulder as you start
to lean the machine over. The horizon line tilts
to 45 degrees and you compensate to keep your head
horizontal so your brain and sight can make the
necessary computations.

Your inside boot dances as the footpeg feeler bolt
brushes the asphalt. You already know the apex point
on this well ridden road and as you pass that point
your wrist slowly twists the throttle and you begin
to unleash that horsepower.

The rear wheel momentarily breaks loose and you throttle
off a fraction to enable that rear hoop to dig in and
thrust you out of the corner into the next one. The sheer
thrill of raw power has your senses on full alert as
you two finger the front brake to bleed off speed before
dropping the bike into the next bend.

This time a dead possum causes you to change your line
through the next known apex point and you end up sweeping
a little wider than normal for that corner. You already
know your bike can lean a lot more than that as you correct
and drop her in harder than before. A more stern push on the
inside bar and some more upper body weight off to the inside
and once again you sweep through the apex and twist that
throttle again.

The exhaust howls with that low down torque grunt and
wind snatches at the more exposed parts of your riding
gear as the rear wheel once again hooks up and thrusts
you forward. At times, the road surface has changed
from the last time you were through and every now again
the rear lets go as you apply more fodder to those horses.
A simple gradual decrease in throttle input has you holding
the line so as not to highside through sudden throttle
off and the buzz of riding has your full concentration.

I ride because I want to. I don't need my bike to commute
or as a necessary tool for my work or business. I own it
because whenever I feel like it, I can leave the stress and
cares of this world behind and every thought is simply one of
taking that next corner with the best line, the perfect throttle
position, the feel of that power throbbing between your knees and
working as one with the machine of choice.

For me, right now and for the last five years, the machine of choice
is a well set up, fully standard GSX1400 and it also happens to
be my second one because they are such an awesome machine.

I share my thoughts because I believe we are all the same in
why we ride and it's hard to put these thoughts into writing but
at times I try.

Quite simply, I happen to come alive when the rubber hits the road.

[ernie953]

You got that spot on mate, know the feeling.

[coffeejunkie]

Spot on isnt the word.....give that man a beer:woohoo:

[Katman]

:puke:<hjvhjvhgv>

[dipshit]

Spot on isnt the word.....give that man a beer:woohoo:

Give that man a tissue to wipe the cum off his monitor more like it.

[beyond]

Dipshit and Katshit... whoops Katman....

Wouldn't it be awesome, absolutely unpredictable and fantastic to see you two get on here and post something positive, worthwhile, uplifting and beneficial instead of spouting the same old shit and being so negative.

It doesn't matter how many other people try to share something with others on this site, you both never fail to get the boot in. Are you over compensating for a small weaner or something....

I'm not posting anymore on the negative shit you both toss up on here so you don't need to bother getting on here and slinging off every chance you get when I make a post.

I suggest you both get a tissue, clean the cum off your own monitors, stop being such tossers, get a life and act like normal people who just happen to ride a bike. Maybe if you did that, a lot more people would listen to what you have to say.

:bash::bash:

[Katman]

Wouldn't it be awesome, absolutely unpredictable and fantastic to see you two get on here and post something positive, worthwhile, uplifting and beneficial instead of spouting the same old shit and being so negative.



While you continue to post shit glorifying riding like a retard on public roads I'll continue to point out you're talking shit.

Deal?

[mossy1200]

Reads a little like Mills and Boon for my taste.
Could just be marriage has killed my will to live.
I read it twice just to make sure I didnt have gas but still felt a little nauseous.
Maybe im not your target audience.

[boomer]

quiet night tonight Batman? I thought to myself 20 mins is slow so i thought I'd have a look at your averages in response to Paul's posts...


4h:30min
0h:07min
0h:07min
0h:34min
0h:08min


that's just from the previous 5 posts... you either live with Paul or love him...

[boomer]

Give that man a tissue to wipe the cum off his monitor more like it.


Whilst you're at it, wash it out of your hair...!

[mynameis]

quiet night tonight Batman? I thought to myself 20 mins is slow so i thought I'd have a look at your averages in response to Paul's posts...


4h:30min
0h:07min
0h:07min
0h:34min
0h:08min


that's just from the previous 5 posts... you either live with Paul or love him...

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

[Hahn]

wow deja vu.... same shit different week:whocares:

[Kickaha]

Reads a little like Mills and Boon for my taste.


I thought it made Mills and Boon look like a Pulitzer prize winner

[Insanity_rules]

I thought it made Mills and Boon look like a Pulitzer prize winner

I thought it made Mills and Boon look like Mills and Boon. Isn't it the reason we are here? But remember you can love riding but you just can't Lurve riding.

[insomnia01]

It's a beautiful day, the warmth of the sun caresses
your leathers and the smell of the countryside wafts
past your senses.

You're about to enter a well known set of corners
and the anticipation builds as you prepare to work
as one with your machine. Over a hundred horsepower
are ready to do your bidding through the simple
twist of a wrist and a basic wire is the only thing that
harnesses them all.

You approach the first corner, push the inside bar
a little and drop your inside shoulder as you start
to lean the machine over. The horizon line tilts
to 45 degrees and you compensate to keep your head
horizontal so your brain and sight can make the
necessary computations.

Your inside boot dances as the footpeg feeler bolt
brushes the asphalt. You already know the apex point
on this well ridden road and as you pass that point
your wrist slowly twists the throttle and you begin
to unleash that horsepower.

The rear wheel momentarily breaks loose and you throttle
off a fraction to enable that rear hoop to dig in and
thrust you out of the corner into the next one. The sheer
thrill of raw power has your senses on full alert as
you two finger the front brake to bleed off speed before
dropping the bike into the next bend.

This time a dead possum causes you to change your line
through the next known apex point and you end up sweeping
a little wider than normal for that corner. You already
know your bike can lean a lot more than that as you correct
and drop her in harder than before. A more stern push on the
inside bar and some more upper body weight off to the inside
and once again you sweep through the apex and twist that
throttle again.

The exhaust howls with that low down torque grunt and
wind snatches at the more exposed parts of your riding
gear as the rear wheel once again hooks up and thrusts
you forward. At times, the road surface has changed
from the last time you were through and every now again
the rear lets go as you apply more fodder to those horses.
A simple gradual decrease in throttle input has you holding
the line so as not to highside through sudden throttle
off and the buzz of riding has your full concentration.

I ride because I want to. I don't need my bike to commute
or as a necessary tool for my work or business. I own it
because whenever I feel like it, I can leave the stress and
cares of this world behind and every thought is simply one of
taking that next corner with the best line, the perfect throttle
position, the feel of that power throbbing between your knees and
working as one with the machine of choice.

For me, right now and for the last five years, the machine of choice
is a well set up, fully standard GSX1400 and it also happens to
be my second one because they are such an awesome machine.

I share my thoughts because I believe we are all the same in
why we ride and it's hard to put these thoughts into writing but
at times I try.

Quite simply, I happen to come alive when the rubber hits the road.

I had these feelings all day Saturday running through Te Anga & some back roads of Otorohanga before heading home via French pass & whitehalls, You have nailed it in one Beyond :rockon::rockon:

[YellowDog]

I also ride for pleasure (except when I am working) and do enjoy the sense of freedom and thrill of riding, like has been said in better words than I would use.

[Jantar]

It may be good, or maybe not. I tried 3 times to read it and lost it each time somewhere in the 3rd paragraph. But then I couldn't stand flowery writing back in high school either.

[flyingcrocodile46]

Good post Beyond.

Keep them coming and don't worry about the dickless little kooks that stalk your posts... poor little underachievers just want to compete for attention

[lanci]

Do you know how I know you're gay... you write your feelings down :laugh: Green rep for who can tell me what movie that's from!

Only kidding, good effort to type that much for the entertainment of others.

[flyingcrocodile46]

While you continue to post shit glorifying riding like a retard on public roads I'll continue to point out you're talking shit.

Deal?

Your stalking of Beyond is very disturbing. Have you any idea what it does for your image? Do you intend for everyone to see you as an ankle biting internet kook? :tugger:

Perhaps your opinion of his posts wouldn't be so "shit" filled if you weren't constantly nose plowing his stink ditch. Trimming your nose hairs might also help clear up unsightly dingleberries and lingering smells. :killingme:killingme

You should worry less about the credibility of other peoples posts, and attempt to salvage a little for yourself.. even a little bit would be a big improvement on your current zero score. :yes:

[Katman]

You should worry less about the credibility of other peoples posts, and attempt to salvage a little for yourself.. even a little bit would be a big improvement on your current zero score. :yes:

My credibility is doing just fine.

But thanks for your concern anyway.

[flyingcrocodile46]

My credibility is doing just fine.

But thanks for your concern anyway.

Well at least push his dingleberries up your nose so we can't see them eh.... It turns my stomach to see the way you constantly worrying them with your tongue

[Ronin]

My credibility is doing just fine.

TUI!











10ch

[Dodgyiti]

My credibility is doing just fine.

But thanks for your concern anyway.

But we are concerned.
How can people look up to, and respect such a negative shit trawler?
You are supposed to be a Mentor, someone who should be respected, someone that should accept people for who they are and nurture them to reaching their goals in a safe and protected manner.
It's all in the way you carry yourself, be that in person, on the telephone or in the written word that earns the respect that will put others willingly under your instruction and you ain't got any of my respect for the way you carry on pal.

[flyingcrocodile46]

But we are concerned.
How can people look up to, and respect such a negative shit trawler?
You are supposed to be a Mentor, someone who should be respected, someone that should accept people for who they are and nurture them to reaching their goals in a safe and protected manner.
It's all in the way you carry yourself, be that in person, on the telephone or in the written word that earns the respect that will put others willingly under your instruction and you ain't got any of my respect for the way you carry on pal.

+1 Hope it sinks in.

[peasea]

Quite simply, I happen to come alive when the rubber hits the road.

Better than falling asleep I would imagine.

[peasea]

Do you know how I know you're gay... you write your feelings down :laugh: Green rep for who can tell me what movie that's from!

Lassie?
Gone with the wind?
A Clockwork Orange?
um
Star Wars?
Chicken Run?

Nup.........??

[peasea]

It may be good, or maybe not. I tried 3 times to read it and lost it each time somewhere in the 3rd paragraph. But then I couldn't stand flowery writing back in high school either.

stand or UNDERstand?

[Katman]

But we are concerned.


That's nice dear.