This bike has filled a void I've neglected for too long. Don't tell Brooke, but the racer in me was recently awoken. Not that I haven't been pushing it anyway, but never like this...
When you know what you're doing - and I do - traffic is only an up-close-and-personal passerby. Mere inches on either side separate you from converging vehicles. Thrilling? No doubt. I don't know how fast I was going. Just out of focus was the screaming alarm of the high-rpm light flashing brightly, but looking down was not an option. Blinking was not an option. I will say that at one time I did look down... Things had just opened up and I was grabbing the brakes for a tight curve... The number I saw would be staggering to most... Who knows what it was before I had squeezed the front lever and pushed my shoe onto the rear brake... One thing’s for sure though, a lot of people were scared that day... A lot of people hated me that day... A lot of people wished I'd die that day... A lot of people were jealous that day.
So that's story number one. Story number two goes a little something like this:
So I'm reinvigorated by my recent crossing over on the highways of CT. I'm climbing on the bike to go to school just yesterday. I want to ride like the previous story described, but I think I'd better not keep chancing it (mainly the part of my having no license or insurance... and no health insurance either, but that doesn't matter since I don't plan on crashing, and even if I did, Osama will be elected soon to give me free health care with pay), but then I check the time and see that I have exactly 30 minutes to be in a meeting, and it's a 30-minute drive alone, not counting the heavy traffic on campus at that time! So it's pretty apparent that I have no choice... It's game on! I jump on the highway in full wheelie mode. I lower the front end at about 90 mph just before a curve and then I really open it up. Traffic (if there was such a thing) was again heavy on this three lane highway, so there was some serious darting across all lanes to squeeze between cars. At one point I'm approaching a merging on-ramp with major bumper-to-bumper action in every lane. At that point I see my best opening is actually between cars on the on-ramp. I'm in the far left lane and hauling. I cut hard to hit the hole on the on-ramp before it disappears to squeeze by the last car on the on-ramp on his outside. This goes smoothly and I'm then judging my next move on the cars that are only a few feet away and approaching fast. I quickly realize that I've entered the highway from this on-ramp alongside this car at about 120 mph and I'm now unwittingly calculating my next squeeze between a big truck and a cop! I abruptly straighten the bike and grab the brakes hard and lock myself right on his back bumper. I play it cool wondering what he might be thinking... wondering what he knows...
All in all, I stayed behind him for the next three long miles at about 70 mph. I think what saved me was the heavy traffic hiding my approach and my entering his field of vision from an on-ramp, like I had just sped up to get on safely or something. Whew.
sounds like you are a disaster waiting to happen. I hope i don't have to get a phone call from the misses finding out that you are gone and i am the real father of the baby! LOL. I still think that you should get into racing again. When you get your mind fixated on something you don't give up, you should channel that focus/energy. We'll be your sponsors.
the cop probably didn't pull you over because he was so impressed with your abilities and dashingly good looks. otherwise you would have been toast. the po-po probably wished he was on a bike as bad-A as yours.
so, somebody needs to fill me in on the hijinx of spencer's b-day bash.
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This bike has filled a void I've neglected for too long. Don't tell Brooke, but the racer in me was recently awoken. Not that I haven't been pushing it anyway, but never like this...
When you know what you're doing - and I do - traffic is only an up-close-and-personal passerby. Mere inches on either side separate you from converging vehicles. Thrilling? No doubt. I don't know how fast I was going. Just out of focus was the screaming alarm of the high-rpm light flashing brightly, but looking down was not an option. Blinking was not an option. I will say that at one time I did look down... Things had just opened up and I was grabbing the brakes for a tight curve... The number I saw would be staggering to most... Who knows what it was before I had squeezed the front lever and pushed my shoe onto the rear brake... One thing’s for sure though, a lot of people were scared that day... A lot of people hated me that day... A lot of people wished I'd die that day... A lot of people were jealous that day.
So that's story number one. Story number two goes a little something like this:
So I'm reinvigorated by my recent crossing over on the highways of CT. I'm climbing on the bike to go to school just yesterday. I want to ride like the previous story described, but I think I'd better not keep chancing it (mainly the part of my having no license or insurance... and no health insurance either, but that doesn't matter since I don't plan on crashing, and even if I did, Osama will be elected soon to give me free health care with pay), but then I check the time and see that I have exactly 30 minutes to be in a meeting, and it's a 30-minute drive alone, not counting the heavy traffic on campus at that time! So it's pretty apparent that I have no choice... It's game on! I jump on the highway in full wheelie mode. I lower the front end at about 90 mph just before a curve and then I really open it up. Traffic (if there was such a thing) was again heavy on this three lane highway, so there was some serious darting across all lanes to squeeze between cars. At one point I'm approaching a merging on-ramp with major bumper-to-bumper action in every lane. At that point I see my best opening is actually between cars on the on-ramp. I'm in the far left lane and hauling. I cut hard to hit the hole on the on-ramp before it disappears to squeeze by the last car on the on-ramp on his outside. This goes smoothly and I'm then judging my next move on the cars that are only a few feet away and approaching fast. I quickly realize that I've entered the highway from this on-ramp alongside this car at about 120 mph and I'm now unwittingly calculating my next squeeze between a big truck and a cop! I abruptly straighten the bike and grab the brakes hard and lock myself right on his back bumper. I play it cool wondering what he might be thinking... wondering what he knows...
All in all, I stayed behind him for the next three long miles at about 70 mph. I think what saved me was the heavy traffic hiding my approach and my entering his field of vision from an on-ramp, like I had just sped up to get on safely or something. Whew.
sounds like you are a disaster waiting to happen. I hope i don't have to get a phone call from the misses finding out that you are gone and i am the real father of the baby! LOL. I still think that you should get into racing again. When you get your mind fixated on something you don't give up, you should channel that focus/energy. We'll be your sponsors.
the cop probably didn't pull you over because he was so impressed with your abilities and dashingly good looks. otherwise you would have been toast. the po-po probably wished he was on a bike as bad-A as yours.
so, somebody needs to fill me in on the hijinx of spencer's b-day bash.
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