8,200rpm
Posted by stocky on February 26, 2009
MMMMMMmmmmm going fast
Dont you just love going fast??
what is it in humans that makes going fast fun??
Lets face it our bodies are not made to take any impact above 7 or 8kmph our average running speed
we are soft on the outside and the skeleton we have breaks with as little as 14lb impact per square inch [3kg per square centimeter in the new speak us old buggers still think in the imperial]
Our flesh is easily torn
But day after day we indulge in activiyies that could rip/ tear/grind/snap/dismember our bodies and do so a lot of the time voluntarily
With glee and abandon
Infact we push ourselves to extreme limits just to be able to boast about the extreme limit that we just achieved before going straight away and trying for a even more extreme situation
I was out on the beasty last night and at extreme speed pulling extreme revs you guessed it a [woman] car decided that turning right was to coincide with my over taking the vehicle
LADIES PLEASE the mirrors are for seeing behind you not adjusting your hair or touching up your lippy
OK I’ll take some of the responcibility in that I was going a bit quicker than the traffic around me [160kmph in a 100 zone]
But come on guys share the road look for that bike “KNOW” that he is going faster than the other traffic [dont be jealous it’s the way it is]
signal early, check your mirrors, it’s not rocket science!!!
I’ll say this “Only me and the guy that duz my laundry will know how scared I was in that moment” and the upholestry chap says he can get the pucker out of the seat
Motto Guzzi have thoughtfully predicted this sort of situation and produced the machine with VERY VERY good brakes [Brembo two pot calipers on 11inch disk front and same on a smaller disk rear with anti-lock just like in newer model cars
What the heck no one got hurt I’m still here blogging along
And above all not a scatch on the “MOTTO BEASTY” haha
Funny us bike riders will do almost anything to stop getting a scatch on the machine even at the risk of self harm
So here I am about to fire up the “Beast” and go for another ride, a quick brush with death just makes you feel more alive
So guys remember LOOK FOR THE BIKE it may be some one you’ve blogged
Danger STOCK on road Yahoo!!!!!!!!!
February 26th, 2009 at 10:58 pm
Ah, yes, you bring back memories. I’m going to assume from your last two posts that you’re in Dunedin, a city I love. Back in my Scarfie days (oh, don’t worry, I was one of those smart enough to leave before the idiots started rioting) I flatted up in Opoho, on Signal Hill Road just above the top of Black’s Road for a year. Days started well with me careening down the hill on my mountain bike. Get to the top end of the Gardens, where the road goes through a pretty tight s-bend before it meets Opoho Road for the final run down to the entrance to North East Valley, and I’m thinking, who needs brakes? Haul the bike over so my head is hanging right where the right-hand headlight of a bus would be should a bus be coming up the hill (and on a few occasions I did have to very quickly rearrange my body parts to squeak past without damaging my helmet), then, where the road hooks left, haul the bike over the other way and duck under the branches hanging out of the Gardens, then a nice easy coast down to the lights at the bottom. Lectures always went so much better when I walked in on an adrenaline rush.
But I think all of us on two wheels, push bike or motorbike, have the same problem with car drivers. I did all I could to make myself visible- and on Dunedin’s hills, I was often going the same speed as the cars- and yet I had so many close calls, 9 times out of 10 caused by an idiot car driver in the wrong lane or not looking.