How about scenario two:
Loosebruce pops a mono past you at 140+, over the brow and into the left, pops the front down just as you come over the brow to see him disappearing into the right hander at 170 on a really cool looking lean angle...
hey - if he can do it at 170 on his well set up Gixxer thou with $400 each semi-slick race tyres, I can surely do it at 140 on my thrashed 95,000k 1988 250cc with $150/pair tyres I scored off a mate, f***ed fork seals and a wonky rear shock... and then I come into the corner, oh dear it's off camber, the radius is closing...
... and I look up at the vanishing point to see a silver K3 Gixxer thou summersaulting through the wire fence followed by some mildly porky fella about fifteen feet in the air...
I know it's hypocritical of me to say, since I've followed the big boys into corners a lot faster than I would have had I been alone, blindly assuming that because they could, I could 10k slower.
But even the big boys have bad days... ride your own ride.
"You, Madboy, are the Uncooked Pork Sausage of Sausage Beasts. With extra herbs."
- Jim2 c2006
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