Congratulations ... very soon the Takaka Hill will seem boring ...
Anarchic Wild Child
Congratulations ... very soon the Takaka Hill will seem boring ...
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
The magic is in the rubbing.
Never......every time I ride it, it changes....depending on weather. Plus, when I get to the top, that view takes my breathe away. Going over the other side is fun too....loads of beauty over there. I'm not just meaning the seceneryOriginally Posted by Banditbandit
NEDWN VIII
Does your riding style change when you advance form your learners to your restricted?
The magic is in the rubbing.
I don't know...when I get a chance to get out and ride I'll let you know.
NEDWN VIII
It doesn't, but it free's up any inhabition one might have had 24 hours before. And by that I mean, no restricting L plate (didn't have one myself) to be concerned about etc.I don't know...when I get a chance to get out and ride I'll let you know.
The next challenge will come soon enough and thats to take a pillion for the first time.
The magic is in the rubbing.
Well..and please don't repeat this to another...I didn't actually have the big "L" on ..... was far too dangerous for riding the open country roads around here.It doesn't, but it free's up any inhabition one might have had 24 hours before. And by that I mean, no restricting L plate (didn't have one myself) to be concerned about etc.
The next challenge will come soon enough and thats to take a pillion for the first time.
That challenge you mention...done that, not on this bike but years ago I was never pillion, I have this thing about being in control
I'm not keen on taking passengers.....that would mean sharing the joy and I'm far too self absorbed to let anyone know the thrills I have. They can get their own bike.
Man, I'm a mean Bitch!
NEDWN VIII
Case in point, I was on my back from the Waikato one darkin gloomy day, riding alone the expressway just north of Huntly (god bless that shit hole) I noticed a tall dark (black leather clad) gent walking in the grass aside the expressway, took me about 100mts to slow and stop (because he was carring a helmet) did see a bike anywhere but that was besdie the point, this dude needed a lift. As it turned out it was none other than our very own Mnkyby (or Monkeyboy) walking back to Manukau, well he had arranged for a mate to come a pick him up but hell, I was there so he became my pillion for the next 3/4 of an hour. The moral here is, thank god pillion carrying was not foreign to me.Well..and please don't repeat this to another...I didn't actually have the big "L" on ..... was far too dangerous for riding the open country roads around here.
That challenge you mention...done that, not on this bike but years ago I was never pillion, I have this thing about being in control
I'm not keen on taking passengers.....that would mean sharing the joy and I'm far too self absorbed to let anyone know the thrills I have. They can get their own bike.
Man, I'm a mean Bitch!
Forum whore
Ha ha Genie good on you.
Maha you raise a point I have taken to heart though. I should really get my arse sorted out and able/confident to take a pillion. I guess it's been easier and I feel happier about surrendering myself the back than taking someone elses life in my hands....would be different on my baby if not my man or a friend though and I wouldn't want to leave some poor bugger stranded if I actually had the means to help them out.
....unless they are fucktards of course - then I would be happy to slow down just long enough to smile and send them a wee 'wave'
Embracing mediocrity
Just do what I did, get a pillion that was trained at a young age (by mr dangerous and his mates) then it's an easy game to play
Riding cheap crappy old bikes badly since 1987
Tagorama maps: Transalpers map first 100 tags..................Map of tags 101-200......................Latest map, tag # 201-->
Forum whore
ha ha this guy is gonna help me out...he'll look after me
Last edited by Number One; 3rd September 2010 at 20:30. Reason: bad engrish
The magic is in the rubbing.
Boy oh boy, I'm having so much fun on my Beast.
Escaped life three times this week and have been working really hard on my body postion, trying different movements, you know, forward, back, left and right (depending on the corner). It's really interesting, also was a little naughty and did the 'no hands' as well.
But....along came today. WOW. I'd promised myself another trip up the lake to take a pic of my bike with the snow. I had to do it today as school holidays are here and there will be no riding, so off I went. I'd love to thank Rev-it for the absolutely wonderful rain/wind gear.....the winds were quite strong, at one point I looked down and riding in a straight line with one of my biggest leans on ever!!!! Talk about learning. I'm blessed as I don't really notice the wind much, my body just instinctively does what it needs to do to keep me upright. I overcooked one corner and had one of those moments where the bike goes where the eye looks and I froze for a millisecond, unfroze myself and gave myself a mental slap. I also noticed that my thighs had a good work out hugging that tank....made up for skipping the gym.
As well as some impressive wind, the cold was amazing, didn't realise it was cold until I lifted my visor a fraction, brrrrr and that was this side of the Hope Saddle I still had to mount that one and then down through Kawateri Junction and onto the Upper Buller trail.
That was when the rain really hit, and hard, and heavy. Me, I was nice and warm and dry inside my lovely Rev-it gear, can't really rave enough about that stuff.
I sat behind this yummy little PT Crusier and he kept a nice speed going, some really lovely curves through that road, saw ourselves a nice set of flashign lights too, glad they were going the other direction. Then the turn off, straight into some fiercer winds! Yikes, these thighs are still sore. I had the road to myself now, no-one in their right mind would be going up here today, the wind and rain and then....yes then it was snow. Brrrrrilliant! Just what I'd come for.
It was just after here that I met up with some more rain and then we were there, still no other humans to be seen....
...that was fine with me I'd come for this shot.
I got my shot and then I proceeded to venture home...had a wee detour with a bit of a fun slide getting out of here
The rest of the ride home was more of the same until I got to Golden Downs, very golden it was too, the sun was shining, my fingers recovered feeling and a question has arisen, why is the trip home always faster than the trip away?
Hardcore Biker
Awesome ride write up - I love the bike in the snow!!
The magic is in the rubbing.
I need a ride!
Anarchic Wild Child
Do you still look down on the pub with the name on the roof ? I think it was called The Rats Nest or something like that ..Never......every time I ride it, it changes....depending on weather. Plus, when I get to the top, that view takes my breathe away. Going over the other side is fun too....loads of beauty over there. I'm not just meaning the secenery
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
The magic is in the rubbing.
Oh no .... that burnt down years ago...was the Rat Trap. Stopped there once with my parents when I was younger, much younger
That hill is awesome up and down, and up and down, and up and down....
There are currently 1 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 1 guests)
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks