Re: Re: comfy like my hammock
- Moz wrote:
>Yeah, but we mostly ride real bikes. Motors are for wimps.Then you might like this:
Subject: I raced a Harley today - from the BritIron list
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the
guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon
road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have
warning signs that say "15 MPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch
motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and
rider skill are
more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. three
corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him
would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I
think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he
could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to
him as we
started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and
outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this
me more determined than ever.
My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last
instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner
after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up.
Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would
pass me for
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out
my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was
more than a
full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before
me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind
of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery
and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him.
though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the
canyon and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of britiron.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in
my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well.
make a great bicycle...
- --- In email@example.com, Matthew Takeda <takeda@s...> wrote:
> I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so...hehehe!
> hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as
> well. They really make a great bicycle...
The "lungs" (valve covers) that stick out on my BMW are worn so thin
from being sanded down by the pavement when getting into coners that
they actually seep oil.