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     U4euh |
I was going through my portable hard drive and found this. I don't know who wrote it, but I love it more everytime I read it!! I get a tingling sensation as I open the garage door. There she sits at the back of the garage, skulking and moody, looking ready, looking battle ready. I swear I hear a grunt as I move towards her with the key. “Easy now, one way or another, you're coming out of here". The handlebars look ready to "shoulder barge” me if I put a foot wrong. I nervously ease the key into her slot, she behaves for a moment. As I turn the ignition on, the injectors come to life. A red light on the instrument panel glares at me, checking me over, as if in recognition, flickers out deciding that I am authorized personnel. As I jab at the starter switch I can feel her wake from the slumber, a surge of fuel in her veins.... ignition... compression.... combustion. Then the throaty roar of the American V-Twin warns onlookers not to get in the way. The XB is no shrinking violet!!!!!!! Then we're out on the streets lookin for trouble. I meet up with a friend on a sports bike and we head for the coast. The country roads are twisty at first and I keep lookin into the rearviews waiting for a glimpse of a friend I know is there somewhere, I ease off the throttle to give him a chance to catch up, when I see his headlight come into view I wring her neck all the way up to 100 mph, and he disappears once again. We cruise through a small town and I keep the beast on a tight leash, she seems content to just threaten people and bark insults at the old and infirm. Then out into the country again and my friend catches me unaware and sails past me, all sleek looking, tucked away from reality behind the screen. It’s all I can do to keep him in my sights and for an instant I wonder what it would be like to once again see 170mph on the speedo. The thought is quickly banished from my mind as a series of bends approach and he hits the anchors, I’m closing on him as if he's in reverse. I leave the brakes 'till the last moment and even then all it takes is my index finger to get the pads biting the rim mounted disc. I lay the bike into the corner and she grabs the road and screams for more. Suddenly I spot what looks to be diesel on the road, too late to maneuver. Time stops for a moment as I wait for the front to wash out, but it never happens, and again she screams for more. Were even now and I manage to get under him through the second corner, I sense his dented pride but I push on and stay in front through the rest of the corners and when the road opens up he seems reluctant to come past, he's learning!!! The pecking order has been established and I lead the rest of the way. We get onto the final stretch of roadway and there are no other vehicles in view..... Time to see what my neck muscles are made of!!! The Honda behind me closes on me slowly, as if asking permission to pass. He lodges his head firmly underneath the paintwork on the fuel tank, out of the wind and pulls away. I slowly twist the throttle as far as it will go. The last speedo reading I see is at 137mph, after this my helmet is violently shaking from side to side from the wind blast, I’m tempted to reach up and close the brow vents but decide not to risk it. I can see two of everything now, two empty roads convince me to keep it pinned and I soon catch up to my buddy who later tells me that he decided to ease off at 140mph. It’s a long way short of the speeds I used to reach on the Yamahondawasaki I4 1100 but so much more FUN! The wind blast at 100+ is like fighting three Mike Tyson’s!!! This all adds to the experience of riding a naked bike................... We finally reach the coastline and park up. After finding a seat outside a drink shop we look over to our bikes, there are already three guys looking the Buell over and my friends Honda is just another " face in the crowd".............. | ||
| Froggy |
Repost! http://www.badweatherbikers.com/buell/messages/327 77/205082.html  | ||
| Ltbuell |
Either way,that was a way cool passage.I wrote something similar to that ,in high school english class(early 70's)about racing a Trans Am series prepped '69 Z-28 around Sears Point Raceway(now Infinion Raceway).Teacher was pretty impressed with the very descriptiveness(similar to this one)of the whole paper.Thanks for this post,brought back some good memories... | ||
| U4euh |
Yea I mispelled the title it was supposed to say REVISITING old post!!!! Kinda the point wasn't it!I still like reading it regardless! Wish I had that much literary talent. |
