Raced a Harley...

**Rashika** · 12th January 2006, 14:41

Originally Posted by ducatilover

damn straight....

the brakes mounted to the rims look the shizz

and they even work pretty damn well too! probably more important than how they look...mind you, brakes and what they look like have never been something that turns me on.

Now a hot looking tight butt on a cute guy....thats a whole nuther story

**Rashika** · 12th January 2006, 14:42

Originally Posted by White trash

The world rolling stoppie record was held (briefly) by a dude riding an XB12R. Might have regained it by now. I don't know as stoppies are for people who can't do wheelies but at the time he went something like 240 meters, hoisting the rear wheel at 140 mph.

yeah I knew that

who was it that did that tho?

**SlashWylde** · 12th January 2006, 16:37

Originally Posted by ducatilover

oh, i'd love to go for a nice cruise with you guys on your cruisers, no fast riding though cos i wont be able to keep up....i thought my gn was bad handling untill i had a harley follow me through the manawatu gorge, dragging his pegs and eating me on the little straights, but i easily had him in the corners

without scraping my pegs too much

LOL yeah for sure dude, we've not met so would be fun.

**scumdog** · 12th January 2006, 17:06

Originally Posted by White trash

Yup, spoken like a true Ducati lover.

Read "I'd rather look at myself in shop windows and spend a fortune having my bike serviced than ride properly and have fun"

Nothing wrong with looking at yourself in shop windows as you cruise past...... down the street today in the F100, shades on, Deep Purple on the stereo, pimple-faces everywhere standing with mouths open - Damn but I looked cool!! (at 8 miles per gallon I BETTER look cool!!).

Car alarms didn't like it but!

**Zed** · 12th January 2006, 19:32

Originally Posted by Rashika

oi you... stop teasing BB!

Wasn't teasing, just coincidental that another Buell rider should mention the bikes fantastic cornering ability in the last few days. I think i know how much your mate BB loves her bike Rashika!

**Unit:Me** · 12th January 2006, 19:42

This was a classic, LMTO

**Rashika** · 12th January 2006, 20:07

Originally Posted by Zed

Wasn't teasing, just coincidental that another Buell rider should mention the bikes fantastic cornering ability in the last few days. I think i know how much your mate BB loves her bike Rashika!

yeah I know

just teasing
dont think BB would be able to give up the Buell, altho I think she possibly could find space in the garage for another wee bike, if the lotto fairy came her way

**SlowHand** · 13th January 2006, 18:26

Originally Posted by SlashWylde

One of my previous posts springs to mind:

"To draw an analogy, riding my VN is like a night of slow sensuous lovemaking with a voluptuous woman you’ve been with for some time. Riding the 636 is like one hot night of freaky raunchy sex with the slim tight sexy red-head you just met at the club."
......
Horses for courses

That's a good saying. So if I rode a 636 for say 5hours, its like having freaky raunchy sex for 5nights? Im not sure on the formula, but that's a lot of viagra.

**Fatjim** · 24th January 2006, 09:21

I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of
the rimutukas with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the
bends have warning signs that say "30 kph".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-V-Twin
motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill
are more important than BHP alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch
him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering.
Three corners later, I was on his tail. Catching him was one thing; passing
him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down a long
downhill. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by
him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the
last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him.
Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to
keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he
passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard
in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well. They
really make a great bicycle...

**Str8 Jacket** · 24th January 2006, 09:23

arrgh!! I hate to be the one to tell you this but this was posted here not so long ago..... very funny though!

**hXc** · 24th January 2006, 09:25

Re-post mate...
http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/sh...+with+a+harley

**far queue** · 2nd March 2006, 08:48

I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH". I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone. I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another. Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out power me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever. My only hope was to out brake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good. But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror. Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of britiron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well.

They really make a great bicycle...