The Wacky Races (again)

[vifferman]

This morning was great - riding my bike again after being forced to take the Fart for the last few work days. But (however) one blot on my E-scutcheon (oh.... sorry - everthing's "i" summat now, innit? So mebbe that should be i-skutchin) was that although I saw more 'fellow' motorbicyclists than in my last few commutes, most of them seemed to want to race me.
Why? (If only there was still a :spudwhat: emoticodweebicon to insert here...)
Why do you need to race me?
Or are you in an inordinate hurry to get to work? (If only there was still a :spudwhat: emoticodweebicon to insert here...) If so, get up two minutes earlier.
What does it prove? Especially if I'm not racing?
Or even if I yam?

I tell you what it has proved, almost every time: that testosterone and an overwhelming desire to race will almost always be trumped by experience and native cunning. Just about every time I've had 'fellow' motorcyclists desperately trying to prove that their bike/penis/brain/adrenaline/hole where caution should live/stupidity is greater than mine, I've ended up where I'm going before them, and in a less ruffled/endangered state.
So if I was racing (which I wasn't), you'd look even siller than you do.
So don't bother.

[enigma51]

Its about the penis mate

You feel like you having race ..... instant hard on (PS so i have been told)

[boomer]

perception... its all about perception.

Because you ride so slow you perceive others to be racing....! When the reality is your a nanna...


perception my old man

[Swoop]

Where is the problem?
Let them race on ahead and find the cops for you...
Wave nicely as you pass them having a chat with the plod :spudflip: <--- Damn. It's not working!

[vifferman]

perception... its all about perception.

Because you ride so slow you perceive others to be racing....! When the reality is your a nanna...


perception my old man
Boomer! I never knew I had another son! Where the heck have you been all these years? And no, you don't inherit anything. I'm spending it before I die.:buggerd:
Slow? I think not. You need to read my post more carefully. To whit (to wooooo):
"... testosterone and an overwhelming desire to race will almost always be trumped by experience and native cunning. Just about every time I've had 'fellow' motorcyclists desperately trying to prove that their bike/penis/brain/adrenaline/hole where caution should live/stupidity is greater than mine, I've ended up where I'm going before them, and in a less ruffled/endangered state."
F'rinstance. Two years of commuting in Chch and seven years of commuting into Ponsonby mean that I know the quick ways to get places: where/when to lanesplit, where/when to not bother; which backstreet route saves time; when to pass, and when to wait.
Frexampl: When you're in the Transit Lane, and there's a bus ahead, which stops to pick up passengers, use your eyes. Don't bother to start lanesplitting to pass it, if there's only one passenger boarding. You'll get squished or marooned or moroned.
Also (plus): Know your bike. I can look at almost any gap, and know if the VFR will fit. There's been lanesplitting/filtering/gap squeezing done while other communtering bikers have just sat there and gawped.
As well: Don't bother passing me, Mr CBR400 rider, if you aren't familiar with light phases and don't have the bike in gear when the lights go green. I'm not going to wait for you.
Too/Two/To: Don't bother roaring off at 60 trillion thingies per hour, if there's traffic up ahead. My steadier pace won't get me noticed by Plod, and means I have more time to plot routes, devise strategems, etc.


Where is the problem?
Let them race on ahead and find the cops for you...
Wave nicely as you pass them having a chat with the plod :spudflip: <--- Damn. It's not working!
Yes.
Indeed.

Anyway, it's not that I go slow - my rant was because almost every time I commute by bike, and another biker comes within sight of me, there seems to be some invisible neon sign or summat that invites the other biker(s) to race me.

WHY?

What does it prove?

[Dave-]

viff, i challenge you to a race!!!

[enigma51]

Boomer! I never knew I had another son! Where the heck have you been all these years? And no, you don't inherit anything. I'm spending it before I die.:buggerd:
Slow? I think not. You need to read my post more carefully. To whit (to wooooo):
"... testosterone and an overwhelming desire to race will almost always be trumped by experience and native cunning. Just about every time I've had 'fellow' motorcyclists desperately trying to prove that their bike/penis/brain/adrenaline/hole where caution should live/stupidity is greater than mine, I've ended up where I'm going before them, and in a less ruffled/endangered state."
F'rinstance. Two years of commuting in Chch and seven years of commuting into Ponsonby mean that I know the quick ways to get places: where/when to lanesplit, where/when to not bother; which backstreet route saves time; when to pass, and when to wait.
Frexampl: When you're in the Transit Lane, and there's a bus ahead, which stops to pick up passengers, use your eyes. Don't bother to start lanesplitting to pass it, if there's only one passenger boarding. You'll get squished or marooned or moroned.
Also (plus): Know your bike. I can look at almost any gap, and know if the VFR will fit. There's been lanesplitting/filtering/gap squeezing done while other communtering bikers have just sat there and gawped.
As well: Don't bother passing me, Mr CBR400 rider, if you aren't familiar with light phases and don't have the bike in gear when the lights go green. I'm not going to wait for you.
Too/Two/To: Don't bother roaring off at 60 trillion thingies per hour, if there's traffic up ahead. My steadier pace won't get me noticed by Plod, and means I have more time to plot routes, devise strategems, etc.


Yes.
Indeed.

Anyway, it's not that I go slow - my rant was because almost every time I commute by bike, and another biker comes within sight of me, there seems to be some invisible neon sign or summat that invites the other biker(s) to race me.

WHY?

What does it prove?

Cause you look/ride like a girl! :shifty:

[vifferman]

Cause you look fantastic and ride all the girls! :shifty:
Yeah, I know. But I try to keep it quiet.

[slofox]

Let them race on ahead and find the cops for you...
Wave nicely as you pass them having a chat with the plod

Many years ago I rode from Picton to Chch. Another biker was on the same trip - he blasted past me just out of Picton, going ten thousand miles an hour (this was in the olden days of miles, not kilometres) waving triumphantly as he disappeared up the highway in a shower of stones........I puttered along at a more sedate pace and lo and behold, a few miles up the road, there he was, chatting merrily to P C Plod himself and looking, shall we say, "somewhat abashed".....my turn to wave triumphantly and piss my pants laughing as I proceeded unimpeded..MWWWaaaahahahahahaaaaaa....smartarse! :laugh:

[vifferman]

No racing today. No....wait!
I passed another VFR going much slower. The Vtec on it must've been brukt.

[vifferman]

... because "they" are at it again! :rolleyes:

Hornet 600 Pilot: You did a wonderful job of racing off from the lights on Onewa Road, but you forgot to tell me it was a race. So... did you win?
Did it feel good, or was it a hollow victory?
IF I had realised it was a race, and joined in, then what? Would it have proven anything, given we were on completely different bikes?

BMW Dude on Northern Motorway: I was not trying to get away from you, just slaloming around the "mobile chicane", and cruising at my normal 110ish (indicated). I have too many points on my licence to risk 130 or whatever you were doing. You may have noted that despite my slower pace, I caught up to you at Greville anyway. That's the way it usually is.

[nico]

No racing today. No....wait!
I passed another VFR going much slower. The Vtec on it must've been brukt.

you lie hondas expesually vfr's dont brake maaahhhhhwaaaaa :laugh:

[EZAS]

It's always fun to see someone try and race. The urge is there to twist the wrist, but displaying self-control gives me such a greater feel of maturity (something I find hard to feel when riding bikes).

It gives me such an awesome satisfaction to see people try and entice me to race, speed off into the distance then get pulled over some 1-2km ahead. I feel sorry for them (idiots) however, I get great satisfaction in knowing "I knew better". (It's happened a few times over the last few months).

[more_fasterer]

^^^ er, wha?



Why do you need to race me?

To hear the sound of a V4 at full song?

[Hiflyer]

It's always fun to see someone try and race. The urge is there to twist the wrist, but displaying self-control gives me such a greater feel of maturity (something I find hard to feel when riding bikes).

It gives me such an awesome satisfaction to see people try and entice me to race, speed off into the distance then get pulled over some 1-2km ahead. I feel sorry for them (idiots) however, I get great satisfaction in knowing "I knew better". (It's happened a few times over the last few months).

a good example of this, a while back I decided to go for a ride to mangawhai cos i was bored and on the motorway this big fulla on a massive cruiser comes flying off the bridge and shoots past me into the distance

me being on myo hyo i couldnt catch him even if i wanted to but i caught up again, he ran away, i caught up and so on,

until we were going up through the hills between orewa and waiwera, i was stuck behind cars and he was overtaking everyone. lost sight of him but saw him again, on the side of the raod, talking to the boys in blue, he gave me a wave, I nodded politely myself and pootled on my way.

was a good ride actually, after i got off SH1 :Offtopic:

[vifferman]

To hear the sound of a V4 at full song?
That only works if I know it's a race AND decide to join in.

Am I missing summat here? :confused:
Perhaps it's ALWAYS a race, and I haven't twigged to it? :blink:

[Ocean1]

Perhaps it's ALWAYS a race, and I haven't twigged to it? :blink:

It's always a race if I win. :yes:

Otherwise you're a maniac fuckwit and I was just pootling. :innocent: