Originally Posted by
7milesout
Piddles ... I still get a good chuckle at it. It is quite appropriate. PityOnU - this is not meant as a brag so don't take it that way. I've been riding, well not as long as some, but a lot of it was roadracing (knee on ground, well other parts too when crashing), that I cannot relate to your riding highlights. I believe you, 100%. I just don't relate. To me, riding on a 2 wheeled machine is a part of my being. I've had to deny myself that love for the past 20 years or so, trying to NOT influence my sons. God-lovem, I don't think they have the coordination I have, or the natural instinct for it.
The flip side of that coin is, I do a lot of, what the youngsters would refer to as, hooligan stuff that I really ought not to do. I just can't help myself. The things I do are really really dumb, but comes from a position of comfort in what I'm doing, and a quick burst of frustration for what others are doing. Last weekend I blasted (if you can call it that, on a 17 hp Honda Rebel, with a top speed of 72 mph) from my house to my dad's. I tried to hold the throttle wide arse open the whole stint on the interstate. Which is about 130 miles. I'd say I held it WOT for 128 miles or more. It only goes 72 mph on its own. But I scheme, and draft and all kind of stupid stuff a dude my age and size shouldn't do. I violate some laws, think GTA. Sooner or later I'm bound to screw up, so I'm trying to just forget motorcycles once and for all. The Mirage actually helps. For example, if I were daily driving my LS 460L, at 18 or 19 mpg, a 45 mpg Burgman, or 65 mpg Rebel sounds quite appealing. But with a 45 mpg Mirage, the Burgman is completely useless.
I'd like to hear more of your riding and MirageRally's.
A couple more of mine. For a few years, a few years back, I had a 2009 Honda CRF 450X, that I conned the state of GA into allowing a license plate to be put on. A true dirtbike, full knobbies and all. I once rode through a construction area. They had the road completely gone, and it was dirt, with humps of dirt everywhere. Looked kind of like a straightish mx track. Well, the crew got to chasing me in their trucks and whatnot, but they never had a chance, unless I was to crash. For some reason I have the Benny Hill song playing in my head when I think back on it.
Another time I had the local poleece follow me around for a good long time right here in town. It got ridonkulous. I know he was running my plate, and kept asking the dispatcher, "are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure?" Near my house, there's a historic church. It has a road access through the church. But the church puts up a gate so there's no continuous through traffic and the road serves as their driveway. But one can drive in to the church, but it dead ends at the gate. However, having ridden bicycles around my neighborhood (the church borders my neighborhood) with my sons, I knew a little secret. So I drove down the road to the church knowing the gate was there, poeleece following. I sort of circle the parking lot like I was turning to go back out. But really I was lining up ... for a clear shot through a grove of trees on both sides of the road. I hopped a very tall curb, ducked under some limbs and straight onto the road on the other side. If only the guy could have saw the grin on my face, I'm sure I looked like a mule eating briars. It was then that I realized ... mr. poeleeceman has my address, guess I'll go wait at home for my consequences. It would take him a good 5 minutes to drive all the way back around the way he had to go to get to my house. I waited outside, but he never showed up. Maybe he thought it clever too. Guess I'll never know.
I'm like a immature child when I'm on 2 wheels and I really need to cut it out.