Its got to be said, even with the crash, he is way better at wheelies then me.
Its got to be said, even with the crash, he is way better at wheelies then me.
That was not a good wheelie.....................good wheelies you land without falling off.....the guy needs to learn to ride, he could have killed the guy on the other bike
Fuck.
You are kidding.
Next you will tell me good cornering doesn't consist of falling off either.
I never said the motherfucker was good, I said he was better then me, Huge difference right there.
That is a pretty vicious tank slapper. I'm surprised he even held on. Once... going over a set of double railway tracks.... the grips just ripped out of my hands. That was probably a good thing, because the bike settled itself on its own. People say to do this or do that or do whatever when a tank slapper happens..... truth is you are on for the ride and you hope for the best. Note - a slapper does not = a strong weave.... that's a different story.
He survived like a boss.
"In a society that has abolished all adventure, the only adventure left is to abolish that society" - Unknown
Video only 360p?! What is this, 2004?
"Motherfucking tank slapper from hell"
and shit*
At least he now owns a fashionable pair of jeans![]()
So.. is there anything you can do in a tank slapper?
Apart from wearing hi viz.
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.
One of the California Superbike instructors told me that a lot of people's crashes are caused by poor rider input. IE holding onto the bars too tight and not gripping the tank with their knees. His advice for controlling slappers (the tank slapping kind) is not to try and grip the shit out of the bars, but to grip the bike with the knees, light touches onto the bars and the bike will sort itself out 9/10 times. I Certainly found that I became much smoother on the track once I stopped trying to wrangle the bike everywhere by the bars and rely more on my knees and lighter inputs through the bars.
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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