AlV
Crabs in a barrel
It's that sudden stop.
It's another one of those nights when my brain keeps churning but my body says stop (eventually the brain gives in).
Some folks may have read my welcome wagon post and in it I wrote that I was new to MOPAR and FABO. It's a totally true statement because I had been riding MC's most of my life. I got hooked back in 1984 when my step brother for some unknown reason brought home a 1981 Honda CM400T he bought off a buddy of his. Man, I don't know what possessed him to buy the thing because he was terrified of it. LOL As far as can recall I don't think he even rode it once. But I did!
One day (after seeing the bike sit for 2 months) when everyone left the house for work (and school) I ditched school came home determined to teach myself how to ride it. And that I did! Armed with a little knowledge from friends who rode dirt bikes and having ridden Mopeds, and an RM 125 once, so I set off. First starting out slowly getting the feel of the clutch and the brakes then off on around the block staying in 2nd. Man was that a blast! and after a few hours I was clicking up and down from 1st -3rd zipping around my neighborhood. That was that! I would basically steal his bike every chance I could until I eventually bought it from him LOL
What does this have to do with MOPARs? Well nothing really, not directly anyhow it's just how I started riding and I ended up doing so for 30 years. I've owned a lot of bikes and for many of my younger years I couldn't afford anything new. I would buy bikes off of my buds for cheap after they whooped on them and then put in a little work and some clean up then I'd thrash em.
Sometimes even sell back to the guy for more than I paid lol.
I love to ride but I Really like the sport of it. I was always safe, wore the proper gear (the works), lots of good experience and training on proper riding techniques. Safe, but Man! I had a streak, I like the speed and the turns. Went many years with out a major accident, had some minor off's though. But I ended up having 3 majors...
The last one in April 2012. I was on a ride with a friend we were on our way back home from a nice day of jamming in the hills up North. We were cruising on a two lane road close to home. There was a nice curve up ahead so I set up my line, let the engine braking settle the suspension, approached at a late apex and tip the bike in and rolled the throttle a bit. It was feeling right, yup right up until at that very moment this dog ran into the road. I brought the bike up to avoid then cranked it back down to bring it back. Wish I could tell you about this great save but I can't. I ran out of road and hit the curb while leaning. The bike became compressed and the suspension was loaded up pretty darn good. I high sided big and the bike ejected me like I was a fighter pilot in a downed plane. I remember thinking This is going to be bad and it was at that moment that I thought everything is going to be fine until I hit something and suddenly stop.
I'll spare you the injury details because the important thing is I made a full recovery well pretty darn close to full.
But it was that last one that had me switch gears. I really wanted another ride and was shopping but then my boys asked me to do something else.
So I bought a MOPAR.
Goodnight.
From this:
to this in 12 hours
It's another one of those nights when my brain keeps churning but my body says stop (eventually the brain gives in).
Some folks may have read my welcome wagon post and in it I wrote that I was new to MOPAR and FABO. It's a totally true statement because I had been riding MC's most of my life. I got hooked back in 1984 when my step brother for some unknown reason brought home a 1981 Honda CM400T he bought off a buddy of his. Man, I don't know what possessed him to buy the thing because he was terrified of it. LOL As far as can recall I don't think he even rode it once. But I did!
One day (after seeing the bike sit for 2 months) when everyone left the house for work (and school) I ditched school came home determined to teach myself how to ride it. And that I did! Armed with a little knowledge from friends who rode dirt bikes and having ridden Mopeds, and an RM 125 once, so I set off. First starting out slowly getting the feel of the clutch and the brakes then off on around the block staying in 2nd. Man was that a blast! and after a few hours I was clicking up and down from 1st -3rd zipping around my neighborhood. That was that! I would basically steal his bike every chance I could until I eventually bought it from him LOL
What does this have to do with MOPARs? Well nothing really, not directly anyhow it's just how I started riding and I ended up doing so for 30 years. I've owned a lot of bikes and for many of my younger years I couldn't afford anything new. I would buy bikes off of my buds for cheap after they whooped on them and then put in a little work and some clean up then I'd thrash em.
Sometimes even sell back to the guy for more than I paid lol.I love to ride but I Really like the sport of it. I was always safe, wore the proper gear (the works), lots of good experience and training on proper riding techniques. Safe, but Man! I had a streak, I like the speed and the turns. Went many years with out a major accident, had some minor off's though. But I ended up having 3 majors...
The last one in April 2012. I was on a ride with a friend we were on our way back home from a nice day of jamming in the hills up North. We were cruising on a two lane road close to home. There was a nice curve up ahead so I set up my line, let the engine braking settle the suspension, approached at a late apex and tip the bike in and rolled the throttle a bit. It was feeling right, yup right up until at that very moment this dog ran into the road. I brought the bike up to avoid then cranked it back down to bring it back. Wish I could tell you about this great save but I can't. I ran out of road and hit the curb while leaning. The bike became compressed and the suspension was loaded up pretty darn good. I high sided big and the bike ejected me like I was a fighter pilot in a downed plane. I remember thinking This is going to be bad and it was at that moment that I thought everything is going to be fine until I hit something and suddenly stop.
I'll spare you the injury details because the important thing is I made a full recovery
well pretty darn close to full.But it was that last one that had me switch gears. I really wanted another ride and was shopping but then my boys asked me to do something else.
So I bought a MOPAR.
Goodnight.
From this:
to this in 12 hours
