See in the old days we all knew how to fix em. We had to, as they tended to break down in middle of nowhere. (And those days nowhere was nowhere, thats where the saying comes from, allright!) And often if you had no idea what was wrong, you could be stuck for days with only the rain and the worms for company (have you noticed how they come up when it rains?). So we learnt fast to rely on nobody apart from our self.
Today when there is a biker stuck on the side of the road, many will stop to help. But they tend to offer the "Have you called Muhammeds Bike repairs? Their camels are slow, but it's your only option. I can txt them on my i-whatsitberry-thingy". Then when you stop and ask "Hey dude, whats up?" You get the: "I b fine, someone called Muhammed on their laptoppywhatsit".
At that stage I normally say: "Cool, U be OK if I check whats wrong?" Normally I get the answer: "Yep, you can have a look, but I have no idea. It just died on me". 4 times outta 5 I have the bike going inside 5 minutes. (And the 5'th time it's outta petrol)
Is this where we are going? My opinion was always that if you could not fix your ride, then you had no right to call your self a biker. But I acnowledge that times change. Fuel injection, digital tuning and other crap has killed the "Fuck it, I fix it my self". Today many times when you look at a bike that has died, you have no idea what black box is the culprit.
But this is really about: Do you give it a go or do you reach for your mobile?
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There is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing! 
Originally Posted by klingon
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