Geez Vifferman... you really are bored arn't ya.... but then when stuck in an office the emotions do tend to lean toward the escape of two wheels and decent road.
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Geez Vifferman... you really are bored arn't ya.... but then when stuck in an office the emotions do tend to lean toward the escape of two wheels and decent road.
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One, two free, floor!
LOL and when someone officious asks you to take it back outside... start it... let it warm up... LOL!Originally Posted by Swoop
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Sounds like some of the riders on the ATNR...........
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parting of the sensory
That's not good.
"Let it warm up" implies leaving it idling; it's better to warm the motor by blipping the throttle.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....
Wearing Hi-Viz Black.
I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...
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Forum whore
Better than you might think. Tried it once at the same place as Big Boys Toys, the danger is the highsides...I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
Grumpy Old Bastard
Well, shit, reading all this makes my morning ride seem like a very tame pootle ala grampa.......through Scotsman Valley and back via SH thingy from Moronsville to Hammerstown........but it was nicer than yesterday's encounter with the fog.........not enough angst aboard to want to fang shit out of it today.....perhaps I am cooling off in my old age......and just enjoying looking at the countryside..........
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
Hardcore Biker
I get the same thrill from lane splitting on my bicycle on the way to work, but I have missed riding a motorbike. If anything the bicycle is too fast and dangerous for these congested streets around here (Melbourne Central). Plus I'm only fully confident with the stoppies on my bicycle, I don't want to flip a wheelie with clipins again.
Have quit my cubicle hell, 1.2 weeks remain. Need an outdoors job I think, or one where I get to interact with people who aren't stressed out or pissed off.
parting of the sensory
Wotchoo talking about, Granpa Slofox?!?
You went artandabart in the countryside. All I did was take the long way around my suburb, then the shortest way to the Automotive Artery (mostly in first and second gear (though up to the red bit on the dial thingie)), then slalomed in/out/around the movable obstacles to Albania (a few minutes), two roundabouts and a corner, and I was there. Too soon, so I went around the block. Adrenalised the throttle going oop ' drive, which momentarily converted it into Monocycle Mode over the crossing and then again on the carpark. Parked it, shook the adrenaline out of my gloves, jacket sleeves, helmet and boots, and collapsed in my cubicle.
It was a mere quickie: gargre to cubicle in about 13 minutes.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....
Forum whore
On the roadie, the thrill of splitting is more real, higher level of danger perhaps. Plus, without fear, the battle is more pure as the cagers will push back hard.
Are you coming back to NZ, or staying in Melbourne?
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
Hardcore Biker
Was nice to read this because it reminded me of my commute to work. Sold my bike a few weeks ago and have had to drive since
But anyway my run lasted 17.4kms door to door across irish country roads.
Along the way there are 3 jumps and another few rollers that have the front wheel floating for a while. In the dry there is a lovely sequence of four 90 degree knee down corners that is jus amazing to get right because your using all the road from ditch to ditch, then on the rest of the route there is a nice selection of fast straights and sweepers right down to a few stop start chicanes(sorry mean junctions)
Now this road is just another piece of road because without the bike nothing looks or feels as "alive" so thanks for the reminder of what it feels like.
I need a bike real soon or Ill crack up
One, two free, floor!
Yeah I was thinking that - but more along the lines of saving wear on the clutch. Bit of gas - pop the clutch and ease out of the cubicle (preferably towards the exit - maybe a lap of honour first)I have been wondering what sort of traction one might get, between Bridgstone and carpet...
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parting of the sensory
Whelp, after a hard day of posting on Kiwi Biker, reading Katman posts, pissing around, struggling to get anything done, I decided to 'take it easy' on the way home.
Unfortunately (yeah... it's like that...), going onto the motorway, I had some young dude (let's call him Young Dude) in his Evo Imprezza or whatever (look - I dunno - those cars all look the same!) on the inside of me. He decided to show me summat.
I couldn't let Kiwi Biker down now, could I?
Despite being in the wrong gear (well, I didn't know anyone had thrown down a gauntlet, issued a challenge, triggered the staging lights), trying not to hit the catseyes while cornering, and being Old and Stupid (allegedly, according to my progeny), I responded to the challenge.
I bet he thought he had me, (given his car was the schnizzle, wasn't all crappy, and didn't sound like a cake mixah. Unlike my rapidly-depreciating bike).
Till his car sneezed, I rung another 2 or 3 thousand rpm outter the kitchen equipment and gained another 20 metres or so, and then (just to rub salt in the wound / kick sand in his face / piss on his parade), showed him a bike is narrower and more manoueverable than a car, by doing the Buffalo Girls thing, and going round the outside.
LOL and all that.
Wish I'd known it was a race though. I coulda soundly thrashed him, instead of just beating him.
I think that may have been my first proper race. Well, at least it would've been, if I'd been issued the proper invitation.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....
Wearing Hi-Viz Black.
V4 for the win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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parting of the sensory
Yeah, it was a win, albeit not very satisfying. Like I said, if I'd been in the right gear, and not going around the outside of the corner (double lanes, turning left and uphill), and had known it was a race, I would'nt have had to try so hard. Usually cars are a piece of wees - you don't actually have to do much more than just give the throttle a twist. As it was, I just took it to the red line in second, and that was it. Gave it a bit more in third, put two cars between us, and didn't see him again till a few km down the motorway when I turned off.
Ho hum.
Of course the vifferbabe was singularly unimpressed when I told the boys.
She just doesn't get all this macho posturing bullshit.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....
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