Swingers in disguise.

[madbikeboy]

Due to renegade master adding his 2 cents, I thought I'd add this little opener - read this as a giggle not a cry.,


I’m having more of those moments. The ones where you get off the bike and think, “oh shit”. At what point do you hand the keys of your litre sports bike to someone better equipped to live with madness. Where is the line, and how do you know when to quit before you cross it?

It doesn’t help, trying to be sensible. 1000cubic centimetres are more addictive than crack and porn. You start out thinking that it’s fine, everyone else is doing it, and hey, it’s not really addictive and you can quit when you want. And then you find yourself out of control and heavily addicted, with some dealer coming back in an hour to break your kneecaps if you don’t pay up. But, it’s not that easy, being addicted to crack means you can get help, there’s a 12 step programme.

Where’s the 12 step programme to cure the litre high? What’s the first step past announcing to the world that you have a problem? I know I have a problem, I get off 600’s and no argument, they’re quick (for a girls bike). I ride cruisers and find my mind drifting, and 3 seconds later the throttle is pinned out of sheer boredom. Buells? Fine, until mid-fourth gear, then I’m wondering where all the power has gone and why the speedo is moving like it’s in molasses.

Someone posted a link to a GSXR1000 that had been turbo’d. I found myself eyeing up the bike, wondering how I could justify more mods to mine. Or buying it outright. I have a screensaver with a lowered and stretched Hayabusa with nitrous and a turbo. Honestly, being addicted to porn would be more socially acceptable than the thoughts of pinning that on the way home in traffic.

It extends to other parts of my life too. I was chatting with a guy who works in my building, he owns a Lamborghini – I couldn’t get excited about the prospect of a ride in it; its slow in comparison to my bike so how could it be anything other than a disappointment. It’s like meeting the love of your life, no one else will ever be good enough to compare.

What am I supposed to do instead if I go cold turkey? Start knitting? Play an instrument? Learn how to make wicker baskets? I don’t even like most people, and the ones that I do like seem to wear dead cow for fun as well.

No joke, Madbikebabe and I are doing Japanese cooking classes – I’ve never felt like such an alien; the people there are nice, really nice. Nice is the most useless weasel word, it’s like saying something is bland, nice is the new beige. There is one couple who I swear must be faking the level of geekiness that they portray, maybe they’re both really kinky and are part of a swingers club. Tui.

So, full circle, when do you know it’s time to hand over the keys? The simple answer seems to be 3 months after you bought your GixerThou. I guess I must be a slow learner.

[The Pastor]

I’m having more of those moments. The ones where you get off the bike and think, “oh shit”. At what point do you hand the keys of your litre sports bike to someone better equipped to live with madness. Where is the line, and how do you know when to quit before you cross it?

It doesn’t help, trying to be sensible. 1000cubic centimetres are more addictive than crack and porn. You start out thinking that it’s fine, everyone else is doing it, and hey, it’s not really addictive and you can quit when you want. And then you find yourself out of control and heavily addicted, with some dealer coming back in an hour to break your kneecaps if you don’t pay up. But, it’s not that easy, being addicted to crack means you can get help, there’s a 12 step programme.

Where’s the 12 step programme to cure the litre high? What’s the first step past announcing to the world that you have a problem? I know I have a problem, I get off 600’s and no argument, they’re quick (for a girls bike). I ride cruisers and find my mind drifting, and 3 seconds later the throttle is pinned out of sheer boredom. Buells? Fine, until mid-fourth gear, then I’m wondering where all the power has gone and why the speedo is moving like it’s in molasses.

Someone posted a link to a GSXR1000 that had been turbo’d. I found myself eyeing up the bike, wondering how I could justify more mods to mine. Or buying it outright. I have a screensaver with a lowered and stretched Hayabusa with nitrous and a turbo. Honestly, being addicted to porn would be more socially acceptable than the thoughts of pinning that on the way home in traffic.

It extends to other parts of my life too. I was chatting with a guy who works in my building, he owns a Lamborghini – I couldn’t get excited about the prospect of a ride in it; its slow in comparison to my bike so how could it be anything other than a disappointment. It’s like meeting the love of your life, no one else will ever be good enough to compare.

What am I supposed to do instead if I go cold turkey? Start knitting? Play an instrument? Learn how to make wicker baskets? I don’t even like most people, and the ones that I do like seem to wear dead cow for fun as well.

No joke, Madbikebabe and I are doing Japanese cooking classes – I’ve never felt like such an alien; the people there are nice, really nice. Nice is the most useless weasel word, it’s like saying something is bland, nice is the new beige. There is one couple who I swear must be faking the level of geekiness that they portray, maybe they’re both really kinky and are part of a swingers club. Tui.

So, full circle, when do you know it’s time to hand over the keys? The simple answer seems to be 3 months after you bought your GixerThou. I guess I must be a slow learner.

Oh waaaaaaaaaah

[madbikeboy]

Oh waaaaaaaaaah

I was trying to apply humour, not have a cry and then join a support group where people hug each other...

[The Pastor]

I was trying to apply humour, not have a cry and then join a support group where people hug each other...

You faild!

[Subike]

Go and visit the guys who reside in your local hospital spinal unit,
Talk to the physios there about the time needed to repair your body after a 200kph+ off. Tell they what you have told us, they will help.
I am sure that they can show you pics of the damage you can cause yourself and others.
Yes The addiction is there, and it can control you.
The adrenilin rush is hard to beat.
Good on you for reconising it, thats the first step in the right direction.
Time now for training your inner boy who wants to play, to play safer.

[Tony.OK]

So, full circle, when do you know it’s time to hand over the keys? .

Ya don't...............ya race the bastard

[imdying]

Go and visit the guys who reside in your local hospital spinal unit,
Talk to the physios there about the time needed to repair your body after a 200kph+ off. Tell they what you have told us, they will help.
I am sure that they can show you pics of the damage you can cause yourself and others.
Yes The addiction is there, and it can control you.
The adrenilin rush is hard to beat.
Good on you for reconising it, thats the first step in the right direction.
Time now for training your inner boy who wants to play, to play safer.

Scare tactics, even self induced, aren't particularly effective... just ask OAB

[Forest]

Do a decent weekend's worth of riding. Say 1,800km over two days.

I guarantee it will cure you of any attraction to hyper-sports bikes.

[limbimtimwim]

Sounds like fun.

Why quit?

You could die tomorrow of meningitis.

[sidecar bob]

It doesn’t help, trying to be sensible. 1000cubic centimetres are more addictive than crack and porn. You start out thinking that it’s fine, everyone else is doing it, and hey, it’s not really addictive and you can quit when you want.

Maybe P.M Scrivy, He may be able to help, He has a hot Hayabusa & a porn addiction so may have some answers to your problem.
On reflection, the only things he probably knows about your dillema is where you can get a nitrous kit & some tips to some top end porn websites.

[hospitalfood]

i stopped reading your post when you started dissing buells.
hope you die

[The Stranger:Me]

I get off 600’s and no argument, they’re quick (for a girls bike).

I have a screensaver with a lowered and stretched Hayabusa with nitrous and a turbo.

I was chatting with a guy who works in my building, he owns a Lamborghini – I couldn’t get excited about the prospect of a ride in it; its slow in comparison to my bike so how could it be anything other than a disappointment.

What am I supposed to do instead if I go cold turkey?

Learn to corner perhaps?

[slowpoke]

I feel your pain brother

My name is slowpoke and I'm a thou' addict. I'm following the immersion therapy course of treatment hoping that overdosing will lead to a gradual reduction in craving this perverse pleasure. To this effect I've just bought a second thou' to aidin maximising treatment and mortgaged my house to secure copious quantities of fuel at today's prices to satisfy my craving to ride and ensure a full course of treatment is carried out. My wife has left me but this is all to the good as I can now persue my treatment in a more single minded fashion and I'm confident the treatment should start to take effect within the next decade....or two....

[SixPackBack]

*Madbikeboy*..................stop gripin' the throttle like you're chocking your cock.
Seriously what a load of shite

[dipshit]

Is speed everything?

Ultimately how quickly could you travel between A and B?

At the speed of light? Your journey could be virtually instantaneous if speed is everything.

But where's the fun in that? It's the fun of the journey that counts. Savour it. Enjoy the moment of riding.

Yes you are on a bike capable of 300kph at the drop of hat. It doesn't mean you have to use it. Much like the captain of a Trident submarine doesn't have to use its nuclear arsenal every time they go for a cruise. That firepower is sitting quietly there and everybody knows it.

Just cruise enjoying the moment knowing you are sitting on a machine with devastation in reserve.