Don't even go there Jude. I get out of riffer's way myself.
Don't even go there Jude. I get out of riffer's way myself.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
Found this picture while working on some flood protection stuff. It was taken during the Hutt Valley floods of 1976 - its the Hutt Road, taken from the Petone overbridge, and thats the Ulrich Aluminimum building on the left!!
Let's swap bikes. I reckon I could still get through the traffic okay. It's all about countersteering m'dear.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Oh shit I'm old!I remember that. We lived in Wainui at the time (No. 3 Wise St). We got a couple of days off school coz the streamm flooded the school and there was crap (literally) floating in it...
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
I got my CB400 running tonight and was going to take it in for a WOF tomorrow and put some rego on it. Because it hasnt run for a while I took it out for a "warm up" out Halswell, black tulip, wheatsheaf and home.
great except the blummin rear indicators have decided not to go. so no WOF for the old girl tomorrow.... and I cant even look at the wiring (joy!!) till thursday.
the 400 still does an indicated 150kph though... and it was still winding up...
cool runnings.....!
I thought elections were decided by angry posts on social media. - F5 Dave
Hey, welcome along! I commute to town from Eastbourne every day and at first (newbie rider, just had my bike since may) I found the wind quite daunting. But I found a lot of helpful advice on here, in particular this thread:
http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/sh...likes+the+wind
I do find it heaps easier to ride in the wind through places I ride a lot (e.g. Petone foreshore) because you get so that you can [usually] predict where the gust will come from and then you can be ready...
Having said that, I found the wind last night to be very gusty and hard to ride in because it seemed to be coming from a strange direction or it was doing something weird....
I've also found that having my tires too inflated makes the bike harder to handle in the wind. The GN 250 manual recommends 25/29 front/back pressures, WMCC recommends 29/32 for NZ roads - WMCC pressure makes for a smoother ride, but the manual recommended pressure is much more stable in the wind. At least that's the way it seems. Dunno why that would be the case - amount of contact points with the road or something with the lower pressure *puts on girl clothes and looks pretty*
Me and my imaginary friend have been goin' round the bend for some time now....
Bump ----
*sings*
Oh what a beautiful morning
Oh what a beautiful daaaayyyy
What a great way to get to work. I love you, motorbike....
Me and my imaginary friend have been goin' round the bend for some time now....
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
I second that, I ride in from Miramar, and today was one of those days when the roads were empty, the bike and I felt "right", and I could have just kept on riding (past work and over the Takas) so easily..
Brilliant ride this morning.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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