Jees Kman. Either you have taken on a persona on here who is so dry that there is a fire-ban around you, and you are secretly sitting there in your hideout laughing your azz off. Or perhaps you really are who you portray on here....nahh, nobody can be such a dick IRL...can they???
I become one with the motorcycle. We are frail apart but together...
UNSTOPPABLE.
I become useless on corners!
Motorcycling is fundamentally a form of transport (albeit, probably the most spiritually rewarding form of readily available transport).
Anyone that feels the need to become someone else simply because they throw their leg over a motorcycle thinks more of themselves than they do of Motorcycling.
As work finishes & I head to my locker, I magically transform from mild mannered banking consultant to..... Super Commuter!! Able to split long lines of traffic in a single bound! Faster than a speeding Lada!
Nah, I don't really change much, but once I get out of the jafa-land traffic and in to the midly twisty roads I use as a 'short-cut', the stress of the day bleeds off, and a smile appears behind the bug splattered visor.
Just to reassure you Katman, I'm careful on the twisty's, and stay below the posted speed limit as much as I can (every now and then my right wrist sort of... twists... all by itself)![]()
I figure car drivers must be Apes. All they do is sit in cages all day & grunt
I don't think I become someone else, (except when I crash and then I'm a fuckwit) but I know my voice improves, cause I can sing as loud as I like and no one complains.
Hmmm, maybe a rockstar then?
I become godfather the cars respect me i am feared as my gn250 roars through town.I fell free even the ginger cunt wont pull me over hes to afraid i can see it in his eyes my staunchness, my prowess over the prey.
No i actually feel like an idiot , going 80kph in a 100kph zone slowing down all the cars, and my fat arse cheeks scraping the rear tyre.Oh well eventually ill upgrade
Really? I become Ivy Lykes, the Cockwell Inn, Tillit, Herts.
No but seriously I'm mostly either a commuter or enjoying the countryside when I'm on the bike..When I jump into the Falcon though I turn the stereo up to it's booming max and drag race the local boy racers - they don't seem to think it's fair that my $12,000 2003 Falcon with no modifications 1) blows their stereos away 2) Blows their little turboed Jappas away from a standing start (190Kw without any turbo lag and a seriously juicy and flat torque curve....)![]()
In space, no one can smell your fart.
When I don my flying goggles, pull on my 16 year old leather jacket, climb on board the mighty R50/5 and hear the sound of the flat twin roar into life and see the huge air cooled cylinders below me and think of the BMW roundel with the spinning propeller against the blue sky....I take on the persona of ...
The Red Baron...fighter ace......taking off into the early morning to..............
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