:-)
You can get one from the 'Hall of Mirrors' on Manly pier too.
Aren't they going a lot faster now too?
You cant directly compare the ages because nothing is the same, so you really cant say one is harder than the other...
I think its the media that has us thinking that the motogp paddock is like a bitchy girly high school (which is probably is). I'm sure everything that happens now, happened then. They just didn't have the media coverage that they do now.
Dorna also restricts the riders in what they say and do a hell of a lot more than they used to
...and now for something completely different..back on topic anyway..Barry Sheene is one man who seldom raced a lot of his later years without a bone or two or six or ten broken...but all of those guys and a lot of us too would have been out their doing their thing with broked bones...its what we do isn't it...fucken know I have, too many times...
This thread needs a DB.
After reading his tales of derring-do (thanks Smifffy) all I can say is, this guys well 'ard.
Pretty much imposssible to compare era's, but human nature is human nature and there are always folks around who will push the limits. The fact is today you simply aren't allowed to do what they did in the past. I have no doubt that if a championship was on the line, last race of the season, most of the current crop would do exactly what they did back in the day.
But the hard bastards for me are the guys from sort of post-war through to the early 70's who raced on by now pretty fast bikes at places like original Nurburgring, Spa etc for virtually nothing, lucky even to get a pathetic appearance fee, living in the back of a van with the bike they maintained themselves. Forget "movie stars" like Sheene and co who swanned about in their Roll's Royce, or flew to meetings, and had money and women by the bucket load. Nup, it's the poor bastards who made up the rest of the grid, suffered the same injuries, put up with a lot more hardship, and with no Count Agusta or factory support in the backround that were tough as teak.
Political correctness: a doctrine which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd from the clean end.
Basically while competing for his 5th world championship, he had a big off and had to have his spleen surgically removed.
Less than 4 weeks later he enters the Spanish round and was leading at the end of day 1.
Feck!
Originally Posted by Albert
Evel Knievel once shot down a German fighter plane with his finger by pointing and yelling BANG! Oh, wait- or was that Chuck Norris?
Hahaha...not likely. I dared the fucker to swim across Breakfast Creek one night for $20.00 when he'd run out of money. It was low tide. He stripped down to his gruts and strutted down the concrete embankment. When he hit the high tide slime, he went arse over kite and slid on his arse all the way down the bank into the creek.
The barnicles and sharp concrete cut fuck out of his back, hands and arse cheeks. When he got to the other side, it was so slippery, the fucker couldn't get up the bank, and he shredded his feet and hands some more trying. By the time we snapped a branch off a nearby tree to pull him out, we had quite an audience.
He was covered in stinky river slime, and bleeding all over quite badly. We all gave him our $20.00 notes each, and smuggled him into a nearby bar to get cleaned up. He came out ten minutes later, but had already bled through his white shirt real bad!
I lent him my long sleeved black tee shirt, and when he came out after changing into that, we all demanded a beer asit was now well past his shout. He did the famous 'money haka'. He then looked really worried. When asked why...it's because he'd flushed his blood soaked shirt down the loo. With the $80.00 still in the pocket.
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