Back to Biking after 25 years
Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:18 am
Hello All
There is something about a bike that extends you like a car can never (unless its a Porsche driven at the limit perhaps). I think its the seat of the pants involvement that makes me feel like my body is that of a Tiger.
My first bike was an XS250 which I bought on price. My mate had a TS185 scrambler which was great fun and gave him a lot of freedom. I miss Death's Door. We fell out of contact after I got married.
I had an awful marriage. I rushed into it after breaking my leg dozing behind a three day old car driver. I should have died so I scrambled to give some meaning to my life. Yuk, at least I am different now.
I taught myself how to ride. I rode my first bike home having never ridden one ever. I wheelied offand wheelied from most standing starts until I figured out how the clutch was supposed to have been used.
I was scared. I planned my ride so as not to have to stop frequently and I swore that if I made it home, I would never ride again.
I even asked Dave (Death's Door) to come and take it away for me but he persuaded me otherwise.
I even remember having the wind in my hair at 45mph thinking this was really fast. How Dave laughed.
When I took my test, I was the only 'big' bike to pass the just new off road test involving obstacle courses. I could only do the figure of 8 because the steering lock/limiter was broken off my XS. That event and being able to emergency stop onto a 6inch patch rather than the ridiculous 1m square box triggered the test inspector letting me off some further tests because he knew that my big bike simply could not physically pass. That new test had been designed for 125cc bikes.
I learnt to ride fairly well. Looking back I can't believe what I used to do. Youngsters live forever! I discovered counter steering. I used to grind my centre stand and change gear on the apex of a corner for kicks. I never felloff my XS250 except for on ice (too cocky) and when some idiot pillion (PE teacher graduate Celtic fan with a girl's name - Kelly) got off mid corner.
I could strip and tune my XS250 with a screwdriver and no internet. I bought a crash repair wreck that didn't idle. I sorted everything out and could get 105mph out of it and beat any sports car in London except once a well driven Porsche 928 kept a lead until I had to slow fractionally for a traffic island and I let it go.
I have returned to biking after some parking experiences in London & the theft known as a congestion charge.
They attempted to tow my legally parked car after putting up a back-dated suspension notice. I had to get a signed witness statement to get out of that. I also received ghost parking tickets. Parking, in London at least, has become a gangster's business. Instead of gangster thugs we have establishment legislation.
I find it sadly amusing that there is no kick start. When I collected my bargain BMW 650, it wouldnt start because the battery was flat. I used to run a bike without a battery for years. (I'm too stiff to bump start it). I'm also surprised that the mileage hasn't improved and that a modern 650 is only slightly faster than an old 250 but much heavier. If I lost control on a 250 I could use a foot down to adjust.
I took my BMW F 650 GS 'scrambler' off road and fell off faster than it accelerated. Ok, it needs nobbly tyres but it also needs to be half its weight.
I'm still just re-learning to ride. Isn't it just typical that instruction techniques have not improved?
There is hardly anywhere to park a bicycle, let alone a bike, in London and I am still waiting after 30 years for bicycle lanes.
When will more people open their eyes to how the establishment exploit us?
On my journey to nirvana - co-travellers welcome.
I object to the compulsory wearing of a crash helmet, speed cameras, excessive tax & establishment supported crime (so most of it then).
I also object to compulsory insurance.
If you have an accident, you can pay for all the associated cosst for the rest of your life or choose to get (what would be waaay cheaper) insurance.
There are some ePetitions petitions.pm.gov.uk about these anti-human rights laws.
I like to be gone
I am a Vapour Trail
There is something about a bike that extends you like a car can never (unless its a Porsche driven at the limit perhaps). I think its the seat of the pants involvement that makes me feel like my body is that of a Tiger.
My first bike was an XS250 which I bought on price. My mate had a TS185 scrambler which was great fun and gave him a lot of freedom. I miss Death's Door. We fell out of contact after I got married.
I had an awful marriage. I rushed into it after breaking my leg dozing behind a three day old car driver. I should have died so I scrambled to give some meaning to my life. Yuk, at least I am different now.
I taught myself how to ride. I rode my first bike home having never ridden one ever. I wheelied offand wheelied from most standing starts until I figured out how the clutch was supposed to have been used.
I was scared. I planned my ride so as not to have to stop frequently and I swore that if I made it home, I would never ride again.
I even asked Dave (Death's Door) to come and take it away for me but he persuaded me otherwise.
I even remember having the wind in my hair at 45mph thinking this was really fast. How Dave laughed.
When I took my test, I was the only 'big' bike to pass the just new off road test involving obstacle courses. I could only do the figure of 8 because the steering lock/limiter was broken off my XS. That event and being able to emergency stop onto a 6inch patch rather than the ridiculous 1m square box triggered the test inspector letting me off some further tests because he knew that my big bike simply could not physically pass. That new test had been designed for 125cc bikes.
I learnt to ride fairly well. Looking back I can't believe what I used to do. Youngsters live forever! I discovered counter steering. I used to grind my centre stand and change gear on the apex of a corner for kicks. I never felloff my XS250 except for on ice (too cocky) and when some idiot pillion (PE teacher graduate Celtic fan with a girl's name - Kelly) got off mid corner.
I could strip and tune my XS250 with a screwdriver and no internet. I bought a crash repair wreck that didn't idle. I sorted everything out and could get 105mph out of it and beat any sports car in London except once a well driven Porsche 928 kept a lead until I had to slow fractionally for a traffic island and I let it go.
I have returned to biking after some parking experiences in London & the theft known as a congestion charge.
They attempted to tow my legally parked car after putting up a back-dated suspension notice. I had to get a signed witness statement to get out of that. I also received ghost parking tickets. Parking, in London at least, has become a gangster's business. Instead of gangster thugs we have establishment legislation.
I find it sadly amusing that there is no kick start. When I collected my bargain BMW 650, it wouldnt start because the battery was flat. I used to run a bike without a battery for years. (I'm too stiff to bump start it). I'm also surprised that the mileage hasn't improved and that a modern 650 is only slightly faster than an old 250 but much heavier. If I lost control on a 250 I could use a foot down to adjust.
I took my BMW F 650 GS 'scrambler' off road and fell off faster than it accelerated. Ok, it needs nobbly tyres but it also needs to be half its weight.
I'm still just re-learning to ride. Isn't it just typical that instruction techniques have not improved?
There is hardly anywhere to park a bicycle, let alone a bike, in London and I am still waiting after 30 years for bicycle lanes.
When will more people open their eyes to how the establishment exploit us?
On my journey to nirvana - co-travellers welcome.
I object to the compulsory wearing of a crash helmet, speed cameras, excessive tax & establishment supported crime (so most of it then).
I also object to compulsory insurance.
If you have an accident, you can pay for all the associated cosst for the rest of your life or choose to get (what would be waaay cheaper) insurance.
There are some ePetitions petitions.pm.gov.uk about these anti-human rights laws.
I like to be gone
I am a Vapour Trail