And a bunch of other good stuff on their.
And a bunch of other good stuff on their.
Last edited by coolio; 01-10-2006 at 01:51 AM.
any site with more then 1 popup gets $%*^ing banned in my books.Originally Posted by coolio
Any sight linked by Coolio scares me in general
does it mention wheel weights and backpacks on the first page?
Coolio...... You know I have noticed all last year...your posts....and I think it would be insightful for all of us to hear an article by you about "what I learned about MC'ing in 2005"... and I am not trying to bullshit you here, like so many others will/would/have. and I am not trying to make fun of you either...honestly.....
I'll give you my riding history a little bit here, so I will open myself up to ridicule first......
Chapter 1 - the beginning
I started riding in 1979 (im. 38 now), my first ride was on my friends Can am 250 enduro.... I nearly crashed it into our "papershack" I delivered the sun papar in those days....I was 12.....
Next....1985...Decided to take a test drive on my friends, friend's...Yamaha VMAX....I was in POCO when there were still some farms and on a farm road with an L turn at the mid section of the road....got on the bike.....and pulled back the throttle (thinking hmmmmm it's just a bike....NOOOOO its a VMAX)....wheel went in the air..and I headed straight for the fence at the end of the L section....the BARB WIRE fence, luckily my intictual reaction was to let off the throttle, and the bike came back down...and I had no idea where the brake was (tells you my experience level and memory of MC'ing...2 minutes before maybe) and since the VMAX is so heavy, and it was a gravel road...it slowly came to a stop on its own........my friends running and screaming behind me......and looking like ghosts....funnily enough I was simply awestruck...instead of just struck, or impaled or decapitated
Next....1988 - I buy my first bike from the brother of my friend above...a 1981Yamaha Seca 550 (ex- westwood racer)....now this was a fun(ny) bike....the carbs drained after a night of sitting, so to start it I had to remove the airbox cover and filter, and with a turkey baster type bulb, blow some gas into the carbs....screw it all back up, and then start it...it was an interesting bike. But to be fair I was LUCKY to have this as my first bike the YICS motors in these things were bulletproof, I assume the power was maybe 40 horses I dunno maybe 50, which is plenty for a beginer....
I biught this bike in November 88 (maybe 87) and I learned to ride the WINTER..Yes WINTER.... my friend (noted above) got himself a 1997 Honda 400 Four, and great.....we were off...
Let me tell you we had the greatest,dumbest time that winter.... learning to ride in the winter is just plain dumb...but luckily enough we came through unscathed...But here are some highlight moments form "old school" riding
My Down Puffy orange "Michellin Man" jacket while riding...I looked like a giant pumpkin, running shoes in every weather, Jeans, and If I remembered, those Yellow rubber waterproof construction pants....cool....chicks will dig me.
I never had a full face helmet, one of those chinless kind with the snap on visor...
My Pirelli Phantoms ( I think this thing must have had like 50 track days on it, now that I know what a worn tire looks like) that was SqUARE...(Rear) and the front which had sun exposure cracks everywhere....I dont ever remember check the pressure....ever. I think theye were 130's (120's) in the rear..hahahaha
The time I got caught at work when it snowed....and I decided to ride home....IN THE SNOW....... at this point that starter on the bike was dead (it was likely dirt in the contact of the button, ill bet now) so I would start it with a running jump start in 2nd...and vroom..remember though my story of the draining carbs, well in 0 degree weather nothing would start this bike..and of course the snow was sticking...so, I shoveled a path where I could see the pavement and run with it..of course it just slides...after about 5 billion attempts, it goes...so there I am riding in the snow...road is covered, except Barnet hiway...and it's the big flake kind of snow, the kind where one flake cover your whole visor...so it seems..anyway...way I go..and quite proud of my "style" i think to myself hey whats that in my review......shit its a cop....he follows me all the way through port moody and up "snake hill" (clarke drive in couquitlam) those who dont know that road its only 1/2 Km up that hill, but with a snow covered road, and it's snakey curves..it was an interesting endevour...specially with the cop behind me.....so at the top of the hill, just after the sign that said "welcome to coquitlam" of course his lights come on, and I pull over... the cops gets out and say "License and registration please", of course, and I comply...he does the usuals sit in the car and check me out thing, and I am thinking "Man , I am almost home, I dare to drive this bike back, and dont crash blah blah blah, and I am gonna get aticket for no turn signal lange change or something....anyway the cops come back and says "Mr [insert my last name]' and being 20 I said, yes officer, what did I do wrong...and he said....."Nothing", " I just wanted to make sure you didn't crash in my town" he was a Port Moody cop and I was now, just, in Coquitlam....He said goodbye and said have a nice ride....enough said.
There are so many other stories on that bike, a Tankslapper after fiiting a 640 CC big bore kit, the front tire was dead, nothing really to do with the extra power except maybe the tire go light, and of couse...hhahaha steering dampner..yah right...I think I was spending my money on gas and girls.
The time I got it to "the limit".......on the highway, and realized (as approaching and commiting to an offramp) how good a single disk front brake is....I am sure the hoses were original, and fluid and pads never changed.
Enough about the 550, except...I think if I would have had anything "more" I wouldn't be here today.
Oh Yeah....all on learners license....
By the way that Jan-Feb we had a 3 week cold snap that was -10-15 every day,a dn bothe me and my friend rode through that...alwasys watching where the ice was....yup ICE......
Next Bike.....1981 Yahaha XS 650 Special.... I git it in 92 for 450 bucks from my buddy, it was a twin and it was in good shape..but it was nothing like the 550, it had ape hanger style bars, and farted, and all that jazz shaking like nothing...but it gave me the grove...only special moment here is going down the back alley behind (parallel) to Robson, and driving over those BIG speed bumps...and because I was bottoming out (going to fast) afetr ever bump I was unconciously pulsing the throttle, the effect of which was more gas at the start of each speed bump... I think there are 4 or 5 down one alley back there, again my friend behind me, I thought I was recovering...hahah. I didn't drop the bike, but my friend pulled up after laughing his head off about all the sparks I was shooting off the bike as those twin pipes hit the ground after each bump, the last one being garnd enough to get a scream and some "oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhssss" from the bystanders.
Again my friends brother appeared in the picture, and we went for a ride to horsehoe bay...on the way back he offered me to rdie his scoot, and 1989 Katana 1100, now..for those of you who have never ridden big CC's theye are addicting...smooth instant power that doesn't quit.....and the only problem is of course they are big heavy pieces of shit by todays standards.
Buy this time I probably ahve about 500 hours under my belt so my skill is ok...(my experience is still low though) enough to ride this big fast bike, without putting it down right...wrong...but not such a costly lesson.
What happened...after turning otp a slow street we are about to cross a.....here it comes....train track...the one with the steel plates, and of course it is lightly spitting out...so I've done this before, I head straight for it, but slightly of angle...and i try to correct, but instead of light steering input my palm lean on the throttle, and with an 1100..you cant do that, tourque will come up big with just a few hundred RPM..anway...within about 30 feet..wham down she goes, over one side, then the other and then I am off...and land on my feet and palms...(I was going maybe 20K, luckily..) its dark and as I lift my head a car screeches to a stop a bout 5 feet in front of me...thank god
The bike took only a little damage, fairing cracked broken shifter the normal junk, and of course the "pride" of dropping your friends bike
.......More to Come in Chapter 2-
God invented Litre Class so everybody would have a chance to chase some tail!
Chapter 2 - The Intermediate years..
Spin ahead to 2001 spring... I have just come into about 4 g's and decide to buy another bike, and search for what..... A Katana 1100.
I find a nice 1988 version with 25 K on it... and go about learning to ride this big beast..so I am off and on the biek (I went abroad) for a year and half so there was riding in 2001 and then nothing till late 2002. Now this bike for those of you who dont know what it is...was the "hayabusa" of 1988, 1100 CC's, big ass sport tourer, the FZR 1000 killed it from sport perspective...but this bike was for someone who didn't want to compromise comfort for all out handling, and to be fair....I would put that bike up against almost anything in a straight line (Most wont believe me, but only the latest 1998 Liter bikes can touch that thing, I am talking purely in a straight line of course,I thinj the ZX 11 beat it mmaybe anyway it had lotsa ooomphhh).
So I learn to harness this bike and knowing that it can "kick" (see chapter 1) I had a good dose of respect for the bike, so I wasn't dragging my knee or anything...so I start to really ride it alot....alone...until my friends brother (this is brother 2 of 4, so this one hasn't been in the picture yet) buys a 1988 GSXR 750...ohhhh I though it was so nice for a cheap sport bike, but knew it was no competition for my 1100, even in the corners, inless there is a lot of them, I am going to catch up...hahahaha. Anway we rode around a lot, and he was getting good cause he was sport riding, while I was really pressing the old "Kan O Tuna" to make it perform in the twisties...
So here comes 2004, and again I come into some cash and decide its time to upgrade.......and I am stuck on the 1100, but now a GSXR.....and I find one with 7000K a 1997 Water cooled 1100, 2nd to last year Suzuki made this bike, and its a heavy pig, but it's all sport. I fell in love on the test drive.
2004 was filled with many rides, I put 12K on that year, and learned how to rdie that big 1100, my friend with his 750, although much lighter could no longer keep up in the twisties....and the S2S and Earls cove became my rides of choice. I learned a lot that year..and started watching Bike racing again on TV.
2005 rolls around and my friend and I are talking about the issues aound safety and "Speed" on a motorcycle, and we both say...what about racing....?
It bike show 2005 so I pop by a couple of the booths offering race instruction, and of course I go look at the WMRC booth and watch some of their homemade movies..I think I am hooked...
4 weeks later, I am the owner of 97 GSXR 750 race only bike (not modern race tackle, but something to start with)
Race school was really something I learned just how juch I "wasn't" sport riding,a nd learned the difference between "street" and "Race"...I was riding street, and farnly still ride a bit Race/Street on the track just caus e I didn't get a lot of track time this season.
I crashed (lowside) at the end of my training class, and took out my ankle for 6 weeks.....confidence being low I found every excuse not to race until race 4 or 5...the finally I did my first "novice race", I came in last...and was nearly lapped..but it was about doing it not winning, and for me it will always be that first...having fun, then winning. Fighting the "After Crash Demons" is real and you have to let go of what could and admit to your self as all racers say...you will crash..sooner or later, otherwsie your not really racing...thats waht being on the edge is about....and yup sometimes you will fall. That's a given, you just hope it isn't super injurious or expensive.
My lesson fo my crash was..."new tires" are required eventually despite how 'sticky' you think those race only tires are. But let me tell you that riding Mission (and it is really a dinky track, but I love it cause it's ours) is better than riding S2S or Gold River or DH 1 or whatever...why..cause its racing..I wont preach more to anyone her, but it is different. I love riding on the street and yup I have riden faster there than Mission for sure, but I dont ride as hard or on the edge as at mission, even as a novice with very little track time, I can tell the difference between safety and super stupidity.
And when I make that "uber speed nazi" kind of statement, it is a personal one to me, and maybe some small insight to others..not a total defemation of street riders, cause I am one also. I just can let myself ride harder on th track knowing we have paramedics at the straightaway, and we have dedicated trackworkers, and that all the racers have some sense of brother/sisterhood when it comes to bikers down in one of the turns, we know it could be us, and we are cautious, but we race don't get me wrong.
On the street, if you go down, you may be more than 2 minutes away from a paramedic for sure, unless you crash into the firehouse, let along all of the other uncontrolables.....my favorite being......the open roads of BC and how they lull you into those high speed sweepers right.....hmmmmm.
Now to be fair...I am tempted always when on the street to apply my "race' skills...but I know I am not a good racer, and if I dare do that out there (run on that edge) I am playing with fire...and 99.999% of the time you wont get burned.....but as your sadle time increase so do your odds of getting to that .001% factor , I just dont want it to be..on the middle of the S2S, like between squamish aqmd Whistler, where my Buddy is far behind , or ahead,a nd down I go..and the only sign of me may be ..well nothing......since I could be 50 feet or more in the forest......
Guess all MC'ers try to throw that fear out the window otherwsie they just wouldn't get on the thing....
Anyway..there is my 'Take it to the track" message...but really if you can afford to , try a season of racing and see if that helps your longevity...in the sport....
So 2006 rolls around and again I am abraod (Philipinnes) and missing my rides, and thinking about the 2006 season, both track and street......think about the new Bike I might buy, or how many tires i need to budget for this season.
As you can see I had a long evolution of MC'ing......It's been 20 years, but really I am lucky If I have 1000 hours of seat time, and that is a lot, but it isn't as much as compared to some of the people out there, I have had a lot of different bikes, some close calls for sure, but lots of gooooood times, I lobe this sport and hopefully only old age will make me stop.
I dont think I will ever become a "cruiser" only kind of guy, cause I love sport machines, and could care less if I get sore while riding...the euphoria of riding takes care of that at least up to the 10th or 11th hour of riding before exhaustion takes its toll, But anybody on any type of MC earns my respect for being part of the 'clan'
So I wrote this cause I wanted to hear Collio's stories , since he is one of the very vocal new riders on this site, and yes, he has asked (and assumed) a lot of normal stuff anyone who is new to the sport does and should. So if anyone wants to ask me about me next upgrade (wheel weights.hahaha) or what kind of gas I use (the cheapest I can), or what is the best "beginner" bike, I will tell them my opinion and give them the option of hearing me. I love the beginner forum, you know why....because the same questions get asked over and over. Why do I like that, it means more people are joining the sport we love..and are beginners like we all were, and likely in many way we all still are is some way or another despiet how long we have been riding.
Coolio..would you be willing to share this years experiences here.
God invented Litre Class so everybody would have a chance to chase some tail!
Thanks for sharing your story, Shadow.
... and that link Coolio posted actually looks pretty good.
So here is my story. I'll keep it simple as I have only been riding for less than a year (it will be a year in 4 months).
It was last year when it all happened. I saw a bunch of bikes on sale and I couldn't resist it, all within my price range. I did meet up with a couple sellers and with this one seller who was selling his 1998 Kawasaki 6R or something for 4g. To me that was a hella deal so I offered him $3700 and he said he would get back to me. So I waited. As I was on that a Ninja 250 ad showed up and I went to check out the bike. I sat on it and I knew on the spur of the moment that was the bike. The ergonomics suited me very well especially the seat height. I could have both of my feet planted on the ground quite firmly without leaning the bike to the side as with the Kawai 6R. The Kawai was way too monstrous for me compared to the Ninja 250. I still remember, the moment I put my leg over that 6R, I thought it was going to slam straight to the ground when I put the kickstand up. Jesus, I’m glad I picked a bike suited my height or else I would have just dropped it a million times thru low-speed turns and required assistance on picking it up haha. That wouldn’t be cool in front of your friends.
Yes, I bought the bike before I had my full license. Riding school was a month away and it was on the beginning of May. My friend taught me how to ride for a couple hours. One of the guys is from bcsportbikes. Ever since after that I had started riding on my own with my L until I got my N from riding school. That wasn’t the smartest thing but some times some things just have to be done, not tomorrow not later but now. Yes, my craving was just right up there.
So one night I was out riding and I got caught up in a road block, nothing much I could do. I didn’t see it coming beforehand or else I would’ve turned. Let me tell you what happened. The ending is so ridiculous. It was my turn to pull out my license, with a trail of anxious car drivers behind my ass waiting to pass the roadblock. First, I tried to pull out my wallet to get my license but, indeed, wasn’t possible as my gloves couldn’t get a grip of the wallet so I took off one of my gloves. Damn the glove dropped, so I picked it back up before giving my wallet another shot , again, it wouldn’t budge. At the very last moment when it was an inch from coming out, the cop was getting inpatient and told me to forget about it and just go. Greatest night ever!
As time went by, I had put about 7k on my bike within a couple month’s time before noticing something dubious about my clutch level. It started “sticking”, level had problem flinching out. This so called “sticking” was the braided wires were fraying apart. Not soon, it broke about 20km away from home. Kindly enough, the following day, a guy from bcsportbikes (TeeTee) offered to tow my bike at almost no cost to mspeed for repair.
That’s pretty much it from me. Nothing out of the ordinary. I left the road riding part out because I hadn't had any accidents and I would rather not preach about it because I haven’t been riding for long.
I'm still convinced that you are actually Bill, pulling one over on BCSB.Originally Posted by coolio
Reply....hahahahaha....if Coolio is "Bill" then hahahahahahahaha
God invented Litre Class so everybody would have a chance to chase some tail!