yes but the chances are higher that you will fall off at a greater speed on a bike, and the road is not nice to fall on, no matter what you are wearing.Originally Posted by alarumba
They told me they thought I should stop biking.
They were happy to support whatever decision I made.
While they supported my decision, they would have preferred me to stop riding.
They encouraged me to get back on a bike.
Who cares what they thought!
yes but the chances are higher that you will fall off at a greater speed on a bike, and the road is not nice to fall on, no matter what you are wearing.Originally Posted by alarumba
playing in the dirt
lean into a corner and ya fall off the bastardsOriginally Posted by jrandom
they dont counter-steer properly
they never brake in a straight line
their seats suck
ya cant kick start them and then let them idle
and you'd look a right dick if you jumped on with an Arai and a set of "violators"![]()
Originally Posted by Blakamin
Had to laugh at that.
If you're bike could talk it would probably say, 'stop fucking kicking me in the guts already!' heh.
Or something along those lines.
Unless it was a s bloodthirsty as it's rider??! then it could all be good. (nods).
playing in the dirt
I imagine an oil change would be out of the question, putting the bung back in could be hazardousOriginally Posted by Blakamin
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"Resort to the law so exhausts finances, patience, courage, hope, so overthrows the brain and breaks the heart, that there is not one honourable lawyer who would not give the warning "Suffer any wrong rather than come here".
Charles Dickens
OK, that's it.Originally Posted by Gen
PM me for excellent French Cuisine involving horse meat JRANDOM.
Oh, and one other thing - pet food, pet food, pet food - muahahahahahahahahaa
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
Originally Posted by Jim2
Scrap metal, scrap metal, ha ha ha ha ha ha![]()
Gets a hard smack on the butt.Naughty.![]()
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How come Jim2 gets the good stuff? :unsure:Originally Posted by Gen
I had a low speed "off" on the Blackbird just after I got it but it still cost $700 to fix. My wife was absolutely fantastic and said almost nothing because she saw that I was close to tears after dropping my "baby".As with mates everywhere, my riding partners gave me unabated hell for several days and them progressively told me their war stories which they'd kept quiet about up to then.
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Geoff
a down to earth acceptance of my injuries. Bikes are too much a poart of who I am to bother even trying.
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
My wife supplied me my first bike (it was hers - and she's been stealing mine ever since) so she never says a thing.
I don't hear anyone else...![]()
when i had my only road crash, mum and dad and little bro came to hospital.
the old man and mum were fine and asked if i was ok. they have both had crashes before, the little bro got shaken up a little and kinda went quiet.
its good having parents that ride and know what ur going through.
i had a lot of friends ask me if i was going to ride again. They said i was crazy when i said yes. I said that i could fall in the shower and break my neck but im not gona stop showering am i![]()
when i heard about sparkys crash the first thing i did was ring him to see how he was and how the bike was. I was just happy he didnt bin too bad and that hes ok.
The workmate who gives me the hardest time about riding a motorbike, rides to work daily into central Auckland on a bicycle wearing nothing much more than a few microns of lycra and a piece of polystyrene on his head! Go figure!?Originally Posted by NinjaBoy
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When I came off seriously, it was actually amazing how everyone just came together. My father was there within 15 minutes sorting my bike out so I dont have to worry... my mother lol, was making sure I looked ok, bless her..... All my friends stayed in the hospital that night.... my shoulder was pretty stuffed and the concussion was no joke. When I was given the all clear, my father and friends had a barbecue/get together, and gave me the keys to a loan bike.... they all agreed, there's no way you can give something up that brings you that much happiness!!!
It was not to bad a bin. Some red stuff and black and blue bits but no sticky out bone stuff so I guess it was not all bad.
Wifey..... Well you got to do what you got to do :love2:
Sons...... Shit happens but get back on it![]()
Daughter ..Daddy .....( 15 at the time )...........What can you say to that. Darn they have the power.![]()
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My flatmate calls me an organ doner, but apart from that I don't get any shit/hasseling. I'm pretty sure my parents disapprove of me having a MC, but they haven't actually said anything. The funniest thing was when my mum saw the plastic welding I had done and thought it was artistic instead holding the fairings together!
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