Winning my first NZ Championship and beating a 4 times World Champion to the finish line![]()
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Winning my first NZ Championship and beating a 4 times World Champion to the finish line![]()
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touring UK on ZZR1100 and ending up at the 2000 Isle Man TT, and all the piss i drank and the bull shit i talked![]()
Every one here puts a smile on my lips. To think that we are allowed to get a little glimpse of one of your happiest moments in life!! And that the whole thread is filled with them!!
As this thread was instigated by me I take the liberty to add one more:
I was at the NI Solo champs in Stratford. I managed to squeeze in to the top 16 in the time trials but came off just after the finish line. Ripped up my knee and ended up at the first aid. The knee had a big hole and there was heaps of dirt in it. The doc wanted to give me an injection so I would not feel anything in the knee. But as I wanted to race and I was scared that I would loose the feeling in my leg I told him to fix it up w/o any injection. He looked at me a fraction stunned. But started the job. When he started to stich it up we heard a "dunk" and when we looked we did se the nurse on the floor. It got to much for her and she had fainted.
I raced the meeting.10th was as good as I could do as the knee had started to stiffen up but to even race after that was an achievement I will always be proud of.
1. The accidents I've nearly had but didn't. Nothing like the feeling of "shit that was close but I nailed the escape!".
2. Riding to New Plymouth from Auckland on my CB750F2 Integra in a torrential down-pour. This is what I like to call "communing with nature".
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - Benjamin Franklin (1706-90)
"I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending to much liberty than those attending too small a degree of it." - Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)
"Motorcycling is not inherently dangerous. It is, however, EXTREMELY unforgiving of inattention, ignorance, incompetence and stupidity!" - Anonymous
"Live to Ride, Ride to Live"
Struggling to hold 95kmh on a vespa into a headwind between Five Rivers and Kingston, getting passed by traffic and then blowing by the lot of them between Kingston and Queenstown.
Insert witticism.
My three ansd a half weeks around the South Island for a bit of time out during the middle of winter. Being able to take in the Brass Monkey at the same time. Riding from Winton to Queenstown in some of the heavest rain I've been in then riding from the Brass to Ranfurly on solid ice then over the pig route in a snow storm and getting through. Up to picton where a total stranger took me in and gave me a meal before I had to catch the ferry. Wellington to Waiouru in the very early hours of the morning only to get caught by another snow storm on the desert road.
Oturahua to Rotorua in less than 24 hours ...![]()
"I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage.
They've experienced pain and brought jewelry." - Rita Rudner
A man is only as big as the dreams he dares to live
Drilling an exhaust stud out of the block last night and watching it come out clean. More of a relief than a greatest biking memory.![]()
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I'm only wearing black until they develop something darker
We came, We listened, And in one voice we answered
BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!!
My first ride down to Wellywood and meeting up with the KB crew down there. Simpy mind-blowing and the ride meet just left me in awe. All those bikes parked around the square and the humourous incidents getting there (cows, mysterious turn-offs and lovely riding country).
Riding back up to Dorkland and having to thaw out at Waiouru, teeth chattering and riding out of the bad weather into the greatest, sunniest and cloud-free day ever.
Still hanging out to ride back down Wellyway again ASAP!
"I like to ride anyplace, anywhere, any time, any way!"![]()
Not the best (because I can't think of one) but certainly the most vivid. Skidding my Z400 crossed up towards a cliff on the Portobello Road on the peninsula in Dunedin ... watching the edge come closer ... and finally stopping about a metre from the fence at the edge. When it stopped I dropped the sidestand, stepped off, left the bike running and just walked away to think about the stupidity of riding fast over narrow coastal roads you've never seen before. Fortunately I had my camera with me and managed to snap a photo of the bike at the end of the skidmark sitting just before the fence. I still have the photo somewhere.
(I'd crested the brow of a small rise at speed only to find that the road took a sharp left just over the crest.)
Grow older but never grow up
My best is definately beating Dom Jones when we were both on RG150's. It was, to this day the best race I've ever had! We passed eachother countless times per lap and I ended up winning it. It was probably just because he wasnt used to the bike etc, but it made me feel good all the same
PM me or email me at mail@timmcarthur.co.nz for $45 knee sliders incl GST and shipping
Best bike memory by far, is my first bike memory, of my Cousin taking me for a ride on a old 400cc Kwaka, many, many moons ago...
There's three that stand out for me in my motorcycling history.
The first is going on the back of my father's 1100 Katana wire-wheeler and him taking me at over 200km/h at night down the Takanini straight on the Akl Motorway (back in 1982)
The second is travelling around the South Island with my wife on our ZX-10 and VTR-250 last year. That has to be my best trip ever.
The third is simple............ Pete (Crashfromwayback) handing me the keys to my just purchased Moto Guzzi V11 Sport on the 9th of December last year.![]()
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
Mine is the first time I was one a bike... I was about 6, going pillion on my uncles Kwaka - what a feeling, I remember it like it was yesterday... I was hooked from that day onAs we wizzed around, I knew I would ride on my own one day....
In fact, my uncle and his racing is what got me into bikes and my love of racing... so I think I owe him lots.
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me....
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