Ah Harry Hill.....if only Gareth Southgate badger was here
Highway Biker
Ah Harry Hill.....if only Gareth Southgate badger was here
Nana
Oh the irony. If anyone here was really that hard, they wouldn't care what anyone else thought or did.
Stupid phone / Tapatalk, apologies in advance.
Ta
There seems to be a terrible lack of comprehension here.Originally Posted by Big Dog
I asked a question that few have tried to answer. I cited my reasoning behind the question, and all anyone who has taken it to heart has done by way of answer is to give more faggy new age advice or try to belittle me.
At least the ones trying to belittle are in some small way showing they might have a pair, I guess.
Nana
The closest I can give to answers is about the time Helen Clarke hung up her helmet and Phil Goff took her place as the labour leader with a 6.
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Forum whore
Helen Clark is a sexy beast. How hard is that?
Aio ki te Aorangi
You say that now... but if her teeth were dragging on that bit of skin between yer heed n yer shaft, would you ask her to stop doing it, given that your penis was in her mouth?
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
Nana
My name is Big Dog. I am a soft biker.
I will be so long as that thought remains clear.
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Low personal B.M.E.P.
I've refrained from posting on this one before as i'll undoubtedly be seen as another old cunt whiging about the way it was...
However, I date it to the point in the 80's when the motorcycle changed from daily transport to a fashion accessory. When it was all you could afford for transport you rode in all weathers and didn't moan about it. You couldn't afford to have a shop work on your bike so you learned by doing it.
When you wanted to go racing, you joined a club and worked at it. No one took you aside and gave you tuition, you applied the lessons you'd learned from years of riding on the road in all weathers. No one read you a verse from the bible of health and safety before you went on track, you knew the risks and accepted them. You accepted the loss of a social life as your money all went into the bike and race expenses.
If you were really serious about racing, you took a huge punt and went overseas with no ride promised and lived off your wits and any natural talent you may have had. If you were any good you survived to eventually come back and encourage others.
Does this help Drew ?
The Majestic Metal Wizard
I would pull out, bend her over and then gentle whisper in her ear:
"I voted National"
and then ride the bucking Bronco all the way home
Physics; Thou art a cruel, heartless Bitch-of-a-Mistress
Aio ki te Aorangi
... now that's a man.
Anarchic Wild Child
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
Anarchic Wild Child
MEH!, Your all fuckin softys!
...I see it every toy run(You also have the biggest hearts of most tough fucks Ive ever met
)
them the facts fuckers!...Im off to pull wheelies and speed..."slightly"...cos Im also a softy!
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
Forum whore
Hardness is a matter of perspective and need.
When we started I didn’t even have to wear a helmet and in ChCh in the winter that means bloody cold… Even a short ride sans helmet and gloves on a cold morning on a 1950’s bike was well hard by todays standards… Shitty jackets with newspapers stuffed up the front. The trip to Lake Ohau when it snowed – fark how no one died is still beyond me and what we would have done if that guy had not reopened his motel does not bear thinking about…
FWIW 50’s bikes had big deep mudguards and since everyone was so poor after WW2 you were not likely to be able to afford a car and a bike (if you could even afford either you were doing OK). You used your bike as every day transport.
The first Bonnie still had the deep touring guards etc until the factory twigged that the yanks used them as toys on sunny days… Guards got skinnier… Bikers got softer…
Along came electric starting, disc brakes etc and reliable Japanese engines… Bikers got softer…
Gear got better and cheaper… There was one type of leather jacket in the 70’s – the same one in every bike shop and it was shit. It was also a weeks wages… Now you can get all sorts of stuff, its cheaper, better, warmer and safer… Bikers get softer..
Suddenly bikes alternators provided more power than was strictly needed to run the bike. 35W headlights were a thing of the past – you could see where you were going at night and there was still enough to run heated grips… We got softer again…
Low personal B.M.E.P.
I refuse to work on anything with heated grips....
Nana
When I started riding gloves big enough for my hands were pretty hard to come by.
As such welders gauntlets were my only gloves for the first couple of years. Unlined single layer suede.
Warm clothes were a pipe dream. So I dressed in my gear before breakfast. If it was really cold went for a lap round the block before I saddled up.
Others I knew wore hot water bottles, I preferred to acclimatise myself. Often sitting in class in shorts and a singlet while the rest of the students shivered away in their woolies.
23 years later.
I still don't let it put me off going for a ride just because I don't have enough gear or only have summer gloves in winter.
However. I can afford heated grips and see no reason, logical or otherwise not to install them and put them on. Not because I can't live without them. Because the ride is more enjoyable and that is what riding is all about for me.
When that stops being the case I'll hang my helmet up.
Stupid phone / Tapatalk, apologies in advance.
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