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I'd not worry about it too much as as I've found theree is allways at least one who dont like what is being said, but thats life.Originally Posted by ResidentAngel
Hello everyone. I've been riding for a while now and I own an old beat up Honda VF1000F. I started riding on an old Jawa 125, second bike was an Ariel Arrow that had been used for sand racing without an airfilter, and then a Jawa 250, and 350 twin. Then I did more than 100,000 miles on a Suzuki T500. I crashed the Le Mans 850 under a bus, and broke my thumb, and drove a cage for a while, until I bought the VF and an FZR750. The FZR was stolen and burnt (sighs), and the VF rebuilt (not intentionally!). Now I hanker after a Vmax, because it has more herbies than my VF, and I've found I like HEAVY for long trips.
I've been reading over Hanabelle's shoulder for a while, and decided that I wanted to read the posts sometimes myself. Hanabelle has indicated that my life hangs in the balance if I say anything naughty or abstruse.
Those who insist on perfect safety, don't have the balls to live in the real world.
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Gee nice work Honda. Drag up a three-week old thread, then kill it with one sentence.I'd not worry about it too much as as I've found theree is allways at least one who dont like what is being said, but thats life.
Welcome to KB Resident Angel, but then you've been here nearly a month now.
You've had some cool bikes in the past there. I had the pleasure of taking a 1971 T500 over Wainuiomata hill when I was 18 - one of the singular most exciting and scary things I've done on a motorcycle.
And the FZR750 - Yamaha's first decent attempt at a 750 Superbike. It's legacy lives on 17 years later in the R1 - I love mine - when its going well- which it is at the moment (well mostly...)
As for the VF1000F I took one for a test ride when they first came out - a great bike at the time - how is it holding up after this many K's?
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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To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Aargh, photos!
Honda
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
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