Cool - me own blog!

Let's face it - it IS the big question.

The simple biological answer (not to be contemplated by anyone "visual") is that Mum and Dad got it on about 9 months before your first breath and the rest is a function of nutrition and safety. I'm inclined to accept that is a matter of history although all the more remarkable in my case as Mum and Dad currently find it hard to knowingly be in the same town, let alone the same bed swapping genetic material.

I'd like to ask the question in respect of KB. Why bother - why come back? Why find one's/your/my self in the situation of having posted 8,110 entries, each at a minimum spacing of 60 seconds. That's 5 days, 15 minutes, and 10 seconds SOLID! There must be easier ways to earn green rep surely?

KB was a little pace when I got here. A small village in the world wide community and I was number 263 to move it (just behind KATWYN in the line to get my KB passport, and a little further back from #253 aka "crash" - Spanks test login who keep flashing her tits). I heard Motu grumbling away just behind me too - I think he wanted to meet crash.

KB started off innocuously enough. When I got here it was a lot of m/c chat, where do I get one of those, a better way to do this and that etc. Very functional, and an excuse to actually do stuff on my bike that I thus far not been able to do - ride it socially. Commuting only takes the edge off real quick. I did a single track day back when (6 months after I got the RF) and found it was a lot quicker than I am. I met Spank for the first time - proud of the fact he'd never driven a car, and I personally caused complete and utter havoc on the track being the all too considerate backmarker.

"Want to go past? OK... I'll move over". FROSTY gave me a very kind word about NOT EVER DOING THAT AGAIN in that unique menacing/smiling genuinely wanting to help way of his. Hmmmm - live and learn. I got quicker as the day went on - significantly quicker as I learned the limits of the machine, the brakes (which I cooked..) and myself. A great day out and I went home smiling, full of testosterone and horny as a goat on weed (is it only me it does that to... really?)

But I digress. I'd finally met the people. Some of "them out there" that actually existed. Not bad people either - not your usual computer geek/nerdling types that would be scared of a chainsaw (but make a damned fine latte complete with sprinkles on the top). Turn out I might just fit it.

So a couple of others come along, and the more I chat the more I realise we can help each other in life - even beyond motorcycling (*gasp*!!!). We grew and grew. Some of us staying online 24x7 it seems, other popping in for a hard core "nuts on bolts" question then whipping out to the grease and spanners again.

It has grown to the point where, as in any society of reasoable size, we have the wqhole dynamic. Friends, acquiantances, those you can live without, and those you'd cheerfully see frozen into a glacial ice flow. Such is life. We've had marriages, divorces, seen the pain of others, the birth of children and the death of friends and loved ones. We've seen more death among our peers than most other groups though.

That's something I personally want to change.

We have the confusion of society against us, labelling us mad for sitting astride those powerful death traps. Strangely I think it binds us together. There is a a family that is motorcycling that I didn't experience till I hit KB. Now - I know if I need something up or down the country, I only need ask and reasonable efforts will be made. Sometimes unreal efforts are made (eh FROSTY - the day your house was done up?). And rightly so. We see in others those things we want to nurture and support... and the things is - we do - remarkably often.

We're an odd bunch. Mostly extroverted, not too risk averse, a higher proportion of lesbians than youd find in day to day life (or maybe just a higher number of outspoken ones). We have the stirrers that poke a bit of fun at things, and those that reliably bite. The real wind up merchants that get me seeing red from time to time, and those that are up and coming and while their naievity is refreshing, there is so much life experience to be passed on - all the while looking for anything they have to teach me.

We teach each other how to stay alive on the roads, how to improve our lot in life, how to make the best of a bad situation, and how to make the best of a good one.

So - coming full circle - why are we here? Well - I can only answer that in the first person, So I'll rephrase - why am I here?

Community. Leaving/not coming back would be my loss, at my expense, and would be somewhat akin to moving towns. I have my friends here. I like it here. I'm comfortable here.

Besides - where else do people post so many pictures of boobs from all over the web for me (and the lesbians) to enjoy. Hey - I wonder if that's what they come for?.

MDU
Mood today - thoughtful.