That got the juices going!

[vifferman]

Nothing better than the sound of a Cake Mixah at 12 bazillion revs.
Except from maybe a v-twin.
Or perhaps a triple on song...
Or maybe even an IL4 with a race pipe......
Gah!

Anyway - what a great way to start the day, especially when you're feeling tired, grumpy, pissed-off, and not at all like going to work. Or staying home.
Ah yes - riding like a wanker! Eh, Katmanana?
Maxing it through the gears, overtaking everything, being a dick, riding round the block twice because you enjoyed it so much the first time. popping a lil wheelie up the drive (welll... two (2!) actually) and arriving at your Own Personal Cubicle Hell with your heart pounding, your face flushed, and ready to go back home and communt to work all over again!

Of course, all this Wanton Hooliganism is not without its risks, comes with a price, is Very Naughty, so I crashed, died, the bike exploded into flames, and I died all over again.

And then I have to sit in My Own Personal Cubicle Hell for another 7 (SEVEN!!) hours and 18 minutes before I can go home.

EDIT: OOooops.... 7 hours, 42 minutes (now).

[desmo dave]

What, no sex to start the day.Top day here for a ride with a bit of boating on the side.

[Katman]

Eh, Katmanana?

That's lovely dear.

[vifferman]

What, no sex to start the day.

Gotta save energy for the ride.
Besides, there was none on offer. I got up while it was still snoring. I suppose I could've started on my own though....

[vifferman]

That's lovely dear.

That sounded Eggs Zachary like my wife - the intonation, delivery, and slight whiff of sarcasm were identical. [*climbs under desk*]

[Devil]

Must be something in the water. I got in a whole weeks worth of kerb jumping, wheelies, unsignalled lane changes and general hooliganism.

[pzkpfw]

I commute by car so I should shut my stupid mouth.

I'm also not cool enough to do wheelies* so I should shut my stupid mouth.

...but once-in-a-while I do get to ride to work. Simply by splitting down SH1 to Wellington, I know exactly how you feel.




* Wheelies are cool.

[Qkchk:Me]

Must be something in the water.

Yep it must be something in the water.....

[vifferman]

Spring fever?

I shouldnta posted that bit about crashing. I have crashed, now the buzz has worn off. Maybe I should just spend the day riding around....
Personal Cubicle Hell is hell.

[madbikeboy]

I tried sending you bling, but I've blinged you too much in the last 24 hours. It'll keep, I just need to work out how to set up a chron job so it autoblings you each day.

The thrills and spills of the 8am GP, heart in throat, or sometimes no care at all. Moral compass swinging wildly, you have caught some of my disease; I'm unwell and it's spreading like viral ebola - mental ward needs to be relabelled contagion instead. This is not a long term plan, and you have a wife; perhaps sense and sensibility will come back for you in the nick of time. But to feel alive we have to look into the abyss, stand back with care - the next fix is the leap of faith into that void; the precendents aren't good for us soaring as angels, we be like Icarus inevitably.

[vifferman]

It's more prosaic than that. I'm really tired, and that's caused the 'almost-bipolarism-but-probably-not' thing to kick in, where I oscillate between almost manic high and washedoutedness. It used to be that this resulted in some terrific creativity (and a few clever KB posts?), but now, probably due to too much legal drugs abusing my brain, I get more lows than highs. Mebbe I should've had a double espresso when I arrived at work, but then the keyboard dyslexia would've kicked in, and I'm already behind in my work - don't need to have to retype all my shit.
Thinking over that (it's like overthinking, but in reverse), it might explain why I don't (generally) enjoy riding (or anything else) as much as I used to. I still have the lapses in good judgement (like this morning?).

I'll probably have to delete this (like all the other ill-considered posts). Pity I can't delete the thread...

[madbikeboy]

Leave it here, honesty (for all it's faults) is a release. I think I kicked this snowball rolling, and now it's gaining momentum. Avalanche season is on us. I am an insomniac, been averaging about 1-2 hours a night for weeks now. Dream state is more real that real life. I recall all with vivid clarity, and the loss of wakening is shrouded in withdrawal. More misfit than fit, I stumble through life as an observer not a participant.

I don't pleasure in much right now, but the bike is a release, and when I ride I can feel. When that is gone, since knitting holds little appeal, I wonder what next.

[gijoe1313]

Gosh MBB, from what epistle of philosophy well you are drinking from now? Drinking deep from the well of forgetfulness, our souls are brought to remembrance from the visceral experience of riding our iron steeds of expression. The kernel of raw emotion bleeding from our id into our physical enactment of ego is displayed in wondrous variations through our riding.

Not long nor brief are our mortal senses given haven in our enthusiasm for the ride, great is the sundering of the mundane when our avatars yearning for the grace of biking gods is smote on the lanes that stretch out beyond our cubicle and structured levels of Hell.

Wide is the grin, straighter does the back become, razor glints of life betrayed in occular orbs, not small our wonder as new twists in our journeys encountered, reflection of life in splendour of our land unfolding, affirmation of identity and comradeship found in the smallest encounters as a fellow denizen flashes past with a nod or wave of shared moments.

Ride ye well upon your chariots of independence, look forward to the day when ye may throw one leg over and become that tremendous fusion of life lived by the lean of a body, the angle of a wheel and a simple twist of the wrist!

[vifferman]

Speaking of flanging the piss outta yer bike around the streets, I was fixing the wiring on my shonky DIY injimicater last night, and I hear this glorious noise, building to a basso profundo crescendo as a Firestorm with non-OEM mufflers roars past my open gargre door.
At quasilegal velocity, natch.
Until he gets just around the corner and nails it.
I was vacillating (like masturbating, but generally less messy and better for your eyesight) between for the music, ("Race round my streets, wouldja, biatch?"), and the soul-hole (like an arsehole, but less smelly) that only a v-twin fills.

[Swoop]

Maybe I should just spend the day riding around....
Personal Cubicle Hell is hell.

Compromise. Wheel the bike into the cubicle and stroke her occasionally. It will get lots of admiring comments!

(The joy of having a cubicle on ground level and 5 metres from a double opening door... I'm going to do it... one day... when the trigger point has been passed...)