Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:55 pm
Pain? You ride with pain?
Either you are kidding or you have the wrong bike.
Either you are kidding or you have the wrong bike.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:44 am
I think its the pain from being a new rider as in muscle pain, but I could be wrong. I know I ride in pain, but then everything I do is in pain so I might as well do what I like regardless of the pain. (Pain from accident in January)
Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 7:12 pm
Chels, now that you have explained it I understand. My shoulders and neck were killing me when I first started riding. Nerves and tension as much as learning to wield a 500 pound bike around.
I know what you mean about being in pain. I live with it 24/7... well, not quite...I can sleep ok.
My spine is a bit crooked and the hips are out of whack, so consequently my hip and low back are usually in a state of pain. My job doesn't help the situation, either, but one must go to work to pay for these toys we so desire.
Oddly enough, when I am riding, my back is ok...just like when I go horseback riding....it doesn't bother my back.
Now browsing in a mall....that's a killer for my back and hip.
Sorry to hear you had an accident. I hope you are recovering.
I know what you mean about being in pain. I live with it 24/7... well, not quite...I can sleep ok.
My spine is a bit crooked and the hips are out of whack, so consequently my hip and low back are usually in a state of pain. My job doesn't help the situation, either, but one must go to work to pay for these toys we so desire.
Oddly enough, when I am riding, my back is ok...just like when I go horseback riding....it doesn't bother my back.
Now browsing in a mall....that's a killer for my back and hip.
Sorry to hear you had an accident. I hope you are recovering.
Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 9:33 am
My fondest riding memory is the first time I went on a classic bike road rally on my CB350F. My bike was pretty much the youngest there (and I was the youngest rider and the only female rider) and I had the only bike with electric start and a front disc brake (I felt like the pillar of sophistication).
Around me were over a hundred old bikes, mostly british iron in black. The sounds of exhausts loudly pop-popping and the smell of castrol. I revved my engine and put my ear to my tank to check that my smooth, quiet 1973 four-cylinder was still running! I felt a bit left out in actual fact as everyone else seemed to be making a big deal of kick starting their 500cc singles and twins and making as much noise and clouds of smoke as possible. I just didn't quite feel like part of the "classic" bike brigade.
The feeling of being left out soon disappeared as we all streamed out onto the forty mile road run through the countryside in Dorset, England. It was fantastic. There's nothing quite like riding with such a big group. Especially such old bikes, Velocettes with Fish-tail silencers and Triumphs with Pea-shooters. Everyone came out into their gardens to see what all the din was about - and then they started waving. Somehow even the most hardened anti-motorcyclists still appreciated the sight of vintage two-wheelers!
I'll never forget that day - I felt like a true part of a biking spirit and at one with my old(ish) motorcycle. But there's a bit of that spirit in evey ride I do.
Around me were over a hundred old bikes, mostly british iron in black. The sounds of exhausts loudly pop-popping and the smell of castrol. I revved my engine and put my ear to my tank to check that my smooth, quiet 1973 four-cylinder was still running! I felt a bit left out in actual fact as everyone else seemed to be making a big deal of kick starting their 500cc singles and twins and making as much noise and clouds of smoke as possible. I just didn't quite feel like part of the "classic" bike brigade.
The feeling of being left out soon disappeared as we all streamed out onto the forty mile road run through the countryside in Dorset, England. It was fantastic. There's nothing quite like riding with such a big group. Especially such old bikes, Velocettes with Fish-tail silencers and Triumphs with Pea-shooters. Everyone came out into their gardens to see what all the din was about - and then they started waving. Somehow even the most hardened anti-motorcyclists still appreciated the sight of vintage two-wheelers!
I'll never forget that day - I felt like a true part of a biking spirit and at one with my old(ish) motorcycle. But there's a bit of that spirit in evey ride I do.