That got the juices going!

[vifferman]

Nothing better than the sound of a Cake Mixah at 12 bazillion revs.
Except from maybe a v-twin.
Or perhaps a triple on song...
Or maybe even an IL4 with a race pipe......
Gah!

Anyway - what a great way to start the day, especially when you're feeling tired, grumpy, pissed-off, and not at all like going to work. Or staying home.
Ah yes - riding like a wanker! Eh, Katmanana?
Maxing it through the gears, overtaking everything, being a dick, riding round the block twice because you enjoyed it so much the first time. popping a lil wheelie up the drive (welll... two (2!) actually) and arriving at your Own Personal Cubicle Hell with your heart pounding, your face flushed, and ready to go back home and communt to work all over again!

Of course, all this Wanton Hooliganism is not without its risks, comes with a price, is Very Naughty, so I crashed, died, the bike exploded into flames, and I died all over again. :doh:

And then I have to sit in My Own Personal Cubicle Hell for another 7 (SEVEN!!) hours and 18 minutes before I can go home. :weep:

EDIT: OOooops.... 7 hours, 42 minutes (now). :weep: :weep:

[desmo dave]

What, no sex to start the day.Top day here for a ride with a bit of boating on the side.

[Katman]

Eh, Katmanana?


That's lovely dear.

[vifferman]

What, no sex to start the day.
Gotta save energy for the ride.
Besides, there was none on offer. I got up while it was still snoring. I suppose I could've started on my own though....

[vifferman]

That's lovely dear.
That sounded Eggs Zachary like my wife - the intonation, delivery, and slight whiff of sarcasm were identical. [*climbs under desk*]

[Devil]

Must be something in the water. I got in a whole weeks worth of kerb jumping, wheelies, unsignalled lane changes and general hooliganism.

[pzkpfw]

I commute by car so I should shut my stupid mouth.

I'm also not cool enough to do wheelies* so I should shut my stupid mouth.

...but once-in-a-while I do get to ride to work. Simply by splitting down SH1 to Wellington, I know exactly how you feel.




* Wheelies are cool.

[Qkchk]

Must be something in the water.

Yep it must be something in the water..... :scratch:

[vifferman]

Spring fever?

I shouldnta posted that bit about crashing. I have crashed, now the buzz has worn off. Maybe I should just spend the day riding around....
Personal Cubicle Hell is hell.

[madbikeboy]

I tried sending you bling, but I've blinged you too much in the last 24 hours. It'll keep, I just need to work out how to set up a chron job so it autoblings you each day.

The thrills and spills of the 8am GP, heart in throat, or sometimes no care at all. Moral compass swinging wildly, you have caught some of my disease; I'm unwell and it's spreading like viral ebola - mental ward needs to be relabelled contagion instead. This is not a long term plan, and you have a wife; perhaps sense and sensibility will come back for you in the nick of time. But to feel alive we have to look into the abyss, stand back with care - the next fix is the leap of faith into that void; the precendents aren't good for us soaring as angels, we be like Icarus inevitably.

[vifferman]

It's more prosaic than that. I'm really tired, and that's caused the 'almost-bipolarism-but-probably-not' thing to kick in, where I oscillate between almost manic high and washedoutedness. It used to be that this resulted in some terrific creativity (and a few clever KB posts?), but now, probably due to too much legal drugs abusing my brain, I get more lows than highs. Mebbe I should've had a double espresso when I arrived at work, but then the keyboard dyslexia would've kicked in, and I'm already behind in my work - don't need to have to retype all my shit.
Thinking over that (it's like overthinking, but in reverse), it might explain why I don't (generally) enjoy riding (or anything else) as much as I used to. I still have the lapses in good judgement (like this morning?).

I'll probably have to delete this (like all the other ill-considered posts). Pity I can't delete the thread...

[madbikeboy]

Leave it here, honesty (for all it's faults) is a release. I think I kicked this snowball rolling, and now it's gaining momentum. Avalanche season is on us. I am an insomniac, been averaging about 1-2 hours a night for weeks now. Dream state is more real that real life. I recall all with vivid clarity, and the loss of wakening is shrouded in withdrawal. More misfit than fit, I stumble through life as an observer not a participant.

I don't pleasure in much right now, but the bike is a release, and when I ride I can feel. When that is gone, since knitting holds little appeal, I wonder what next.

[gijoe1313]

Gosh MBB, from what epistle of philosophy well you are drinking from now? Drinking deep from the well of forgetfulness, our souls are brought to remembrance from the visceral experience of riding our iron steeds of expression. The kernel of raw emotion bleeding from our id into our physical enactment of ego is displayed in wondrous variations through our riding.

Not long nor brief are our mortal senses given haven in our enthusiasm for the ride, great is the sundering of the mundane when our avatars yearning for the grace of biking gods is smote on the lanes that stretch out beyond our cubicle and structured levels of Hell.

Wide is the grin, straighter does the back become, razor glints of life betrayed in occular orbs, not small our wonder as new twists in our journeys encountered, reflection of life in splendour of our land unfolding, affirmation of identity and comradeship found in the smallest encounters as a fellow denizen flashes past with a nod or wave of shared moments.

Ride ye well upon your chariots of independence, look forward to the day when ye may throw one leg over and become that tremendous fusion of life lived by the lean of a body, the angle of a wheel and a simple twist of the wrist! :woohoo:

[vifferman]

Speaking of flanging the piss outta yer bike around the streets, I was fixing the wiring on my shonky DIY injimicater last night, and I hear this glorious noise, building to a basso profundo crescendo as a Firestorm with non-OEM mufflers roars past my open gargre door.
At quasilegal velocity, natch.
Until he gets just around the corner and nails it.
I was vacillating (like masturbating, but generally less messy and better for your eyesight) between :love: for the music, :mad: ("Race round my streets, wouldja, biatch?"), and :weep: the soul-hole (like an arsehole, but less smelly) that only a v-twin fills.

[Swoop]

Maybe I should just spend the day riding around....
Personal Cubicle Hell is hell.
Compromise. Wheel the bike into the cubicle and stroke her occasionally. It will get lots of admiring comments!

(The joy of having a cubicle on ground level and 5 metres from a double opening door... I'm going to do it... one day... when the trigger point has been passed...):whistle::woohoo::yes:

[OutForADuck]

Geez Vifferman... you really are bored arn't ya.... but then when stuck in an office the emotions do tend to lean toward the escape of two wheels and decent road.

[ManDownUnder]

Compromise. Wheel the bike into the cubicle and stroke her occasionally. It will get lots of admiring comments!


LOL and when someone officious asks you to take it back outside... start it... let it warm up... LOL!

[Qkchk]

It's more prosaic than that. I'm really tired, and that's caused the 'almost-bipolarism-but-probably-not' thing to kick in, where I oscillate between almost manic high and washedoutedness.

Sounds like some of the riders on the ATNR........... :whistle:

[vifferman]

start it... let it warm up... LOL!
That's not good. :nono:
"Let it warm up" implies leaving it idling; it's better to warm the motor by blipping the throttle.

[Swoop]

LOL and when someone officious asks you to take it back outside... start it... let it warm up... LOL!
I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...:whistle:

[madbikeboy]

I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...:whistle:

Better than you might think. Tried it once at the same place as Big Boys Toys, the danger is the highsides...

[slofox]

Well, shit, reading all this makes my morning ride seem like a very tame pootle ala grampa....:scooter:...through Scotsman Valley and back via SH thingy from Moronsville to Hammerstown........but it was nicer than yesterday's encounter with the fog.........not enough angst aboard to want to fang shit out of it today.....perhaps I am cooling off in my old age......and just enjoying looking at the countryside..........

[vtec]

I get the same thrill from lane splitting on my bicycle on the way to work, but I have missed riding a motorbike. If anything the bicycle is too fast and dangerous for these congested streets around here (Melbourne Central). Plus I'm only fully confident with the stoppies on my bicycle, I don't want to flip a wheelie with clipins again.

Have quit my cubicle hell, 1.2 weeks remain. Need an outdoors job I think, or one where I get to interact with people who aren't stressed out or pissed off.

[vifferman]

Well, shit, reading all this makes my morning ride seem like a very tame pootle ala grampa.....
Wotchoo talking about, Granpa Slofox?!?
You went artandabart in the countryside. All I did was take the long way around my suburb, then the shortest way to the Automotive Artery (mostly in first and second gear (though up to the red bit on the dial thingie)), then slalomed in/out/around the movable obstacles to Albania (a few minutes), two roundabouts and a corner, and I was there. Too soon, so I went around the block. Adrenalised the throttle going oop ' drive, which momentarily converted it into Monocycle Mode over the crossing and then again on the carpark. Parked it, shook the adrenaline out of my gloves, jacket sleeves, helmet and boots, and collapsed in my cubicle.
It was a mere quickie: gargre to cubicle in about 13 minutes.

[madbikeboy]

I get the same thrill from lane splitting on my bicycle on the way to work, but I have missed riding a motorbike. If anything the bicycle is too fast and dangerous for these congested streets around here (Melbourne Central). Plus I'm only fully confident with the stoppies on my bicycle, I don't want to flip a wheelie with clipins again.

Have quit my cubicle hell, 1.2 weeks remain. Need an outdoors job I think, or one where I get to interact with people who aren't stressed out or pissed off.

On the roadie, the thrill of splitting is more real, higher level of danger perhaps. Plus, without fear, the battle is more pure as the cagers will push back hard.

Are you coming back to NZ, or staying in Melbourne?

[racerhead]

Was nice to read this because it reminded me of my commute to work. Sold my bike a few weeks ago and have had to drive since:no:

But anyway my run lasted 17.4kms door to door across irish country roads.
Along the way there are 3 jumps and another few rollers that have the front wheel floating for a while. In the dry there is a lovely sequence of four 90 degree knee down corners that is jus amazing to get right because your using all the road from ditch to ditch, then on the rest of the route there is a nice selection of fast straights and sweepers right down to a few stop start chicanes(sorry mean junctions)
Now this road is just another piece of road because without the bike nothing looks or feels as "alive" so thanks for the reminder of what it feels like.

I need a bike real soon or Ill crack up:laugh:

[ManDownUnder]

I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...:whistle:

Yeah I was thinking that - but more along the lines of saving wear on the clutch. Bit of gas - pop the clutch and ease out of the cubicle (preferably towards the exit - maybe a lap of honour first)

[vifferman]

Whelp, after a hard day of posting on Kiwi Biker, reading Katman posts, pissing around, struggling to get anything done, I decided to 'take it easy' on the way home.
Unfortunately (yeah... it's like that...), going onto the motorway, I had some young dude (let's call him Young Dude) in his Evo Imprezza or whatever (look - I dunno - those cars all look the same!) on the inside of me. He decided to show me summat.
I couldn't let Kiwi Biker down now, could I?:blink:
Despite being in the wrong gear (well, I didn't know anyone had thrown down a gauntlet, issued a challenge, triggered the staging lights), trying not to hit the catseyes while cornering, and being Old and Stupid (allegedly, according to my progeny), I responded to the challenge.
I bet he thought he had me, (given his car was the schnizzle, wasn't all crappy, and didn't sound like a cake mixah. Unlike my rapidly-depreciating bike).

Till his car sneezed, I rung another 2 or 3 thousand rpm outter the kitchen equipment and gained another 20 metres or so, and then (just to rub salt in the wound / kick sand in his face / piss on his parade), showed him a bike is narrower and more manoueverable than a car, by doing the Buffalo Girls thing, and going round the outside.
LOL and all that.

Wish I'd known it was a race though. I coulda soundly thrashed him, instead of just beating him.

I think that may have been my first proper race. Well, at least it would've been, if I'd been issued the proper invitation. :rolleyes:

[Swoop]

V4 for the win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vifferman]

V4 for the win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, it was a win, albeit not very satisfying. Like I said, if I'd been in the right gear, and not going around the outside of the corner (double lanes, turning left and uphill), and had known it was a race, I would'nt have had to try so hard. Usually cars are a piece of wees - you don't actually have to do much more than just give the throttle a twist. As it was, I just took it to the red line in second, and that was it. Gave it a bit more in third, put two cars between us, and didn't see him again till a few km down the motorway when I turned off.
Ho hum.
Of course the vifferbabe was singularly unimpressed when I told the boys. :rolleyes:
She just doesn't get all this macho posturing bullshit. <_<

[vifferman]

I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...:whistle:
Apparently, office flooring has terrific traction - perhaps too much (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gytu8mOomGo&eurl=http://www.vfrdiscussion.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=47180&hl=&feature=player_embedded)...

[madbikeboy]

It's not racing. It's a life lesson in humility and (lack of) velocity to those boy racers. You're doing a public service.

[vifferman]

It's not racing. It's a life lesson in humility and (lack of) velocity to those boy racers. You're doing a public service.
In fact, apart from me giving it a bit more throttle than normal, it wasn't racing; I always give it stick there, and didn't go any faster than normal, just accelerated a bit harder'n normal.
Unnecessary display of acceleration? Get fucked!
It was entirely necessary to save me going nuts following the slow vehicles up the on-ramp.

But more to the point - did you click the link in the previous post? It has bikes, unnecessary acceleration, and cops misbehaving!

[madbikeboy]

I filtered at reasonable speed past a couple of cops this morning, making sure I gave them a polite wave... :bye:

Was waiting for the christmas lights to light up given that the reasonable speed was done in first gear for comedy... :innocent:

[pritch]

It's not racing. It's a life lesson in humility and (lack of) velocity to those boy racers. You're doing a public service.

However worthy, I don't think the revenue gatherers would necessarily accept that as an excuse ...

Of late I have developed a little ploy for similar occasions. As the boy accelerates away from the lights I just stay beside him in first gear. When he puts his foot on the clutch to shift up, I hit the gas.

The effect is usually quite pleasing :ride:

[vifferman]

As the boy accelerates away from the lights I just stay beside him in first gear. When he puts his foot on the clutch to shift up, I hit the gas.

The effect is usually quite pleasing :ride:
That's kinda what happened yesterday. I was accelerating at usual speed, when I noticed the car was still beside me, so I gave it some more throttle and pulled ahead. However, being spring time, he was forcing his forced-aspiration car to suck in more pollen-laden air than was kind, and it sneezed loudly, paused to take a breath, while the VFR spooled up towards 12k rpm. This made the gap even biggerer. Presumably his manhood bits shriveled, and he had to stop in the side of the road for a cry.

But didja click the link? Cops behaving inappropriately. :yes:

[The Pastor]

Welcome to the world of sport commuting, ive been doing it for years!

[vifferman]

No kidding?
Well, I've been riding since 1973-ish, and have had a total of hmmm...about 15 years of commuting, including 9 in D'Auckland. Nearly got taken out the very first day here, but (obviously) survived...
T'other day wasn't the first day like that - just the first for a while that I've felt moved to comment on.