Me too - got Jetstream now...means I'm online nearly all day,tend to keep checking up on things.
I've always just considered myself an average rider - my mates always thought I was kinda out there and beyond what they could do,but I never let my ego get the better of me - I knew I wasn't that good,I had bikes that were different as well,so my riding style was ''out there'' for them,I've had ocasion to come across real riders,so I had an idea of where I stood.My biggest asset,as in my job,is my experiance in many areas - I've done almost everything,so although I've never excelled in any area,I have at least ''done it all''.I've riden at Pukekohe and was probably the most exciting thing I've done on a bike,but I never went further,don't want to do that.Just want to imerse myself in ''bikes''
One thing I was going to mention in the ''Why'' thread is adaptability - do we change our riding style as we progress through the years...it seems I do,and it's important to me that I continue to grow in my ability as a rider.I have never riden modern bikes of any era - I'm too cheap for that.When I read Keith Codes Twist of the Wrist I went out to give some of his ideas a go...bit of a shock to realise that I was doing most of them anyway,this is along way different to how I rode 20yrs ago,but I've developed my riding in a vacuum anyway to atleast parralell current standards.From riding on the dirt track I learnt to control front wheel slides - to ''live'' in that zone,getting on the gas early,and too get as far forward as I can get.That's why I like a dirt bike - I can't get far enough forward on a sports bike...I gotta sit on the steering head.
Also to learn from the past,came as a shock when I found I needed to get up on the tank when I remembered something from the past.......It's 1975 and I've just blown the gearbox on my Triton on Skyline,so I'm hitching out.Coming up the Whitford hill a well known bike gang goes past,the club prez is riding last and he stops to pick me up,I have no helmet,but we don't care.I get on and he tells me to move up,so I do,but he tells me to move up 3 times,until I'm right up against his back,then we are off...fast,we catch and pass the rest,coming down the last hill to the bridge he catches the support car...while braking fiercely in the corner he is telling them to put me into the car when we get to Howick.He was one hell of a good rider,came as a suprise to me,but where in the hell did he find out to get the weight forward,this stuff wasn't known in 1975,specially not by wankers in gangs.May have been a wasted talent eh?
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