
Originally Posted by
bull
My focus was to go a little faster than the last time around the same route and make mental notes of hazards along the way. Usual shingle in the road, shingle on a 90 degree left that i eased up before reaching.
Keeping a watchful eye out for cars appearing at the many driveways that adjoin the main road. Made room for evasion by moving into the centre of the road away from driveways.
Practiced countersteering - been tipping in later into corners to really get the lean over going and am slowly getting comfortable with a decent lean on.
Using the bikes engine braking to come down the hill at a consistent speed instead of throttling on and off at will.

Originally Posted by
Rosie
I really enjoyed the ride from Murupara to Te Whaiti, the road is really twisty, but the surface is nice, and it's fairly wide. I made a conscious effort to not look at my speedo, just to try and line the corners up nicely, use the throttle smoothly, and try and follow car wheel tracks, rather than riding in the middle of the lane, as I apparently had been doing on Saturday. There was rain forecast on Monday, and the centre of the lane is more likely to be slippery in the rain, so I thought it was an important thing to practise.
Okay, here's my picks.
Both riders have practiced their techniques and have tried to push the envelope a bit.
While it is important to practice techniques and ensure that we cover the basics every time we get out there, I believe that it's also important to push the boundaries to ensure we improve. Not that I advocate anything stupid or dangerous, but I feel it's easy to get complacent and stay in the comfort zone once we think we have the technique down pat - so well done these two riders.
I've thought about the emergency braking practice bull, buckbuckno1 and I tried last week, and I've decided its missing one element - the element of surprise, and I'm wondering how you would integrate that into the practice.
Something to think about.
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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