Flyingpony
18th August 2005, 16:10
Riding is unfathomably very beautiful and pleasant. Arguably nothing else can gather the extremes of life possible when riding a motorcycle. Some will worship you, others condemn.
You will savour eternal straight roads and beg for another turn. You'll find yourself smiling and singing one moment and griding your teeth the next solely to keep your stomach inside while your doing a kung-fu to the front brake. A brief and simple twist of the wrist will produce more head-turning speed.
While your right-brain is day dreaming about butterflies and black panthers, last weeks sex, and next weeks pay check, your left-brain is constantly processing and analysing actual and theoretically possible threats such as the taxi in your mirrors, the pothole ahead, the person about to run the next red-light, and the due date of your next transmission or brake fluid change.
None of these feelings are attainable by any other means and shall feed your brain and soul as you irrationally rev the engine because it just feels and sounds so good. Your best ideas will come in fifth gear, or in third with the engine bouncing off the rev limiter.
Each one of us is a soul singer at heart and we tune the engine RPM to suit our singing voices tonight. All the mean while as miles upon miles of tarseal whizzes inches beneath our feet.
You will always love your bike even as you plan your next purchase and will probably shed a tear in silence behind the new tinted visor as slowly but steadily pulling away on your new ride. Should someone think you've been crying all the way home, you'll pull it altogether and say in a deep manly voice, the visor was up while doing $2.49 on state highway one!
These iron horses are machines to convert potential energy locked up for millennial into kinetic go-go energy for today. These are simple machines designed for this pure role alone. A few other titbits are required such as front wheel and bars to guide the way, rear wheel to make kinetic energy feel alive, brakes to slow down and stop at the next temporary destination, electrical components to ignite our go-go energy and to ensure cages see us. Last but not least, it has a frame for holding everything together and a fuel tank to contain our kinetic go-go-juice. Should something go wrong, a shred of brain would probably solve it most of the time or just post it right here on Kiwibiker.
The exposure to the environment granted allows us to discern who's cooking roast for tea and sense minor temperature differences reflected off the tarseal. This exposure to the elements exaggerates both speed and distances travelled today. So rather than isolation from, a motorcycle grants integration with the surface on which we live and travel. Our bikes fit us perfectly both physically and spiritually.
Physical forces govern the entire world, but on a motorcycle we're exposed to these and enjoy doubting them while leaning at 45 degrees in a smooth high speed turn which feels like its going to last forever, but we know it won't. The bike will fool the rider into believing these basic laws of physics do not apply.
Nothing on a bike is done with force. The perfect cruise speed is attained by smooth acceleration and expected stops with smooth braking. Although obviously nothing can be done about unexpected stops, but this frustration can be released with a toot, a bellow, a gesture and the quick resumption of right wrist twist. As you ride, you ride along naturally relaxed listening to the harmony of your bike giving it gentle commands which it always obeys like all good horses do.
No bike story is complete without some mention of mans kinetic go-go energy, beer. So what's the beer factor of your bike?
Mine has 150cc and that equates to just less than half a can of beer. One minute of idling @1500rpm and its pumped the volume of about 750 beer cans.
So while your waiting for the next green traffic light, just think about how much beer your bike could be pumping out right now if it was a beer pump...
Adapted from here (http://www.gov.utexas.edu/~jteigen/motorcycle.htm)
You will savour eternal straight roads and beg for another turn. You'll find yourself smiling and singing one moment and griding your teeth the next solely to keep your stomach inside while your doing a kung-fu to the front brake. A brief and simple twist of the wrist will produce more head-turning speed.
While your right-brain is day dreaming about butterflies and black panthers, last weeks sex, and next weeks pay check, your left-brain is constantly processing and analysing actual and theoretically possible threats such as the taxi in your mirrors, the pothole ahead, the person about to run the next red-light, and the due date of your next transmission or brake fluid change.
None of these feelings are attainable by any other means and shall feed your brain and soul as you irrationally rev the engine because it just feels and sounds so good. Your best ideas will come in fifth gear, or in third with the engine bouncing off the rev limiter.
Each one of us is a soul singer at heart and we tune the engine RPM to suit our singing voices tonight. All the mean while as miles upon miles of tarseal whizzes inches beneath our feet.
You will always love your bike even as you plan your next purchase and will probably shed a tear in silence behind the new tinted visor as slowly but steadily pulling away on your new ride. Should someone think you've been crying all the way home, you'll pull it altogether and say in a deep manly voice, the visor was up while doing $2.49 on state highway one!
These iron horses are machines to convert potential energy locked up for millennial into kinetic go-go energy for today. These are simple machines designed for this pure role alone. A few other titbits are required such as front wheel and bars to guide the way, rear wheel to make kinetic energy feel alive, brakes to slow down and stop at the next temporary destination, electrical components to ignite our go-go energy and to ensure cages see us. Last but not least, it has a frame for holding everything together and a fuel tank to contain our kinetic go-go-juice. Should something go wrong, a shred of brain would probably solve it most of the time or just post it right here on Kiwibiker.
The exposure to the environment granted allows us to discern who's cooking roast for tea and sense minor temperature differences reflected off the tarseal. This exposure to the elements exaggerates both speed and distances travelled today. So rather than isolation from, a motorcycle grants integration with the surface on which we live and travel. Our bikes fit us perfectly both physically and spiritually.
Physical forces govern the entire world, but on a motorcycle we're exposed to these and enjoy doubting them while leaning at 45 degrees in a smooth high speed turn which feels like its going to last forever, but we know it won't. The bike will fool the rider into believing these basic laws of physics do not apply.
Nothing on a bike is done with force. The perfect cruise speed is attained by smooth acceleration and expected stops with smooth braking. Although obviously nothing can be done about unexpected stops, but this frustration can be released with a toot, a bellow, a gesture and the quick resumption of right wrist twist. As you ride, you ride along naturally relaxed listening to the harmony of your bike giving it gentle commands which it always obeys like all good horses do.
No bike story is complete without some mention of mans kinetic go-go energy, beer. So what's the beer factor of your bike?
Mine has 150cc and that equates to just less than half a can of beer. One minute of idling @1500rpm and its pumped the volume of about 750 beer cans.
So while your waiting for the next green traffic light, just think about how much beer your bike could be pumping out right now if it was a beer pump...
Adapted from here (http://www.gov.utexas.edu/~jteigen/motorcycle.htm)