Needed some helmet therapy yesterday afternoon, shot out to Akaroa and back on my much abused Busa, noticed more cruiser types than usual, think it might get worse as it is the fasted growing ride type in NZ, and because few of them are acually motorcyclists as we would understand it, the riding behaviour is only ever going to be "campervanesque"
So, it will be evermore them or the other extreme, the Akaroa GP rider on his R1/CBR/1000 whatever with no understanding of time/space/speed/distance, neither are fun, at least the cruiser mob don't relentlessly risk everone else with their lack of ability or braincells.
I prefer the track to the road, cause you just can't scratch that itch in the real world..........
Speed kills-just ask the rabbit......
TOP QUOTE: “The problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.”
After I read the morning papers I thought; 'Might as well log on to the forums and see what people are complaining about today'.
I thought elections were decided by angry posts on social media. - F5 Dave
'We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...'
Ahhhh but one day BD you'll start to forget where you were up to, which will only make it more confusing for them.
Where was I?![]()
There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one. - Joey Dunlop
This is how one could overtake....
Nail your colours to the mast that all may look upon them and know who you are.
It takes a big man to cry...and an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
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