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#81 Unread post by Sev » Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:03 pm

:D My cruiser has a 600cc inline 4 that pumps out 95hp, 45 ft/lbs of torque, 25.0-degree rake and 98mm of trail.
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#82 Unread post by zarakand » Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:13 pm

That's a great picture, the bike looks great. If only they hadn't discontinued the 599.
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#83 Unread post by skoebl » Wed Apr 12, 2006 6:00 pm

zarakand wrote:That's a great picture, the bike looks great. If only they hadn't discontinued the 599.
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They didn't........did they?
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#84 Unread post by zarakand » Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:27 pm

Hmm so they just skipped a year? That's wierd.
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#85 Unread post by Sev » Sun Apr 16, 2006 1:03 am

Where to start?

First of all, the Honda 599 was removed from sales during the 2005 year because of lackluster sales in North America during it's introduction in 2004. Most likely because it's possible that the 599 is not a CBR with the mind blowing stats that come with it. It's possible that it was reintroduced because Honda felt there would be interest because of the redesign. Inverted forks, windscreen, seat cowl, and hugger standard are mighty appealing, but I still like the looks of the '04 model better. Hahaha.

Second of all, I love my jacket dearly... it's been tested, not crashed, but tested for weather durability. Rode in the heavy rain and I didn't get a drop on me in fact, only my fingers got cold, and even those didn't get as cold as they should have. It fits really well and with the nice big pockets it was just a dream. I love it, and wouldn't trade it for the world. Perfect perfect perfect, it comes well recomended.

I've been riding as much as possible, in fact I just got out for a nice long one on Friday. Friday is Good Friday, and a stat holiday, I was scheduled to work from 9:45 to 4:45. at about 2:15 I got a call asking if I'd like to go home early. Now Good Friday is a stat holiday, which means it'd be something like $20 an hour and me skipping out 2 hours early is $40 down the drain. I was told repeatedly that I was crazy for not staying by at least 4 different people.

The obvious response was, "in weather like this, I can get FAR MORE then $40 worth of enjoyment out of the time I'll have off." I didn't even bother to go home. Threw on my gear, tossed my backpack on and took off. A quick squirt around Sherwood Park then down the Whitemud to the far side of Edmonton, for no reason other then I could. Whitemud isn't really that nice of a road but there's some turns in it and I enjoy just hearing my engine roaring along.

Down Whitemud all the way, and then back up it was fun, and well worth the time off. When I got home there was a message waiting for me. Gord had called.
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I called him back and the following conversation took place.
"hey"
"hey"
"what are you doing tonight?"
"dunno, was thinking about subway for dinner"
"Garage"
...
"YES"

And we were off, riding into Edmonton was a lot more fun then just skirting it because there are some traffic circles and some twisty roads that we can take.

While we were there Jim came out to talk to us. I was harassed for not showing up enough during the winter, but promised to appear more often now that I was riding again. God I missed Garage Burgers, and they were phenominal this time. Cajun burger was soo good, nice and spicy.

After dinner rather then taking the long way home we swung South across the river and onto the Sherwood park Freeway, this meant we got to go down Whyte Ave. Whyte is the popular hangout for... just about everyone, and bikes were no exception. We ended up with another 4 people following us staggered for quite a while. One guy on a Harley followed us right into Sherwood Park and down the far side. It was a nice bike, but when he stopped I could see the engine trying to shake itself free of the mounts lol.

Once into Sherwood Park we split up and each headed to our own houses. I missed having someone to ride with. Biking gets into your blood, and waiting this long to go biking was awful.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#86 Unread post by Sev » Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:48 pm

well lets see, I went to bed at like 1:00 last night, work up at 6:30, read my book for a bit, logged into WoW, got my hunter ot lvl 43, then almost finished grinding out timbermaw rep on my rogue. at 10:30 I got ready for work headed in, was there for 11:00 when I start, after 15 minutes I get a call at my till asking if I'd like to go at 12:15, "fudge" YEAH! So I take off on a short blast around town, head home and start watching a movie.

An hour later I get a call from Gord (he rides an 04 Suzi Marauder 800) and we head out for a ride. Over to his house, then to the bank, stop off at the carwash, and he washes his bike. Then we blast into the city down the highway, and stop off at the local bike hangout (Tim Hortons - coffee/donut shop) and look at all the bikes, CBR's GSX-R's Harley, one of those new M109R's, a v-max, buel blasts, everything al crowded into a parking lot big enough for maybe... 15 cars. Bikers standing everywhere, and every so often a bunch of people would head out, only to be replaced almost immediately by a new group.

The guy with the ltd ed gsx-r1000 was there again, I waved as he was leaving, but I don't think he recognized me without a helmet or a Yellow 599 underneath me.

And I swear I saw Corby (BuzZz's friend) who I had ridden with before there, but didn't really feel like walking up to a group of 10 people and saying, "hi Corby," in the hopes he was the right person, or that he would remember me.

Gord is drooling over the Harley's I'm drooling over the CBR rear end (my CBR exhaust looks pimping btw, need to find a way to install it). We decide to leave and head off to Diablo Boots to take a look at some "biker boots" for him, I have "Born to be Wild" stuck in my head. I'm pressing all the gear up into the 10k range SCREAAAAMS, but I don't ever hear my exhaust, just the pistons (i've realised). We look at some boots then head back into town, it's sort of rush hour, and he's leading, so as we're changing lanes people keep trying to separate us. I had no less then 5 people pull up beside me as I'm signalling into their lane after Gord made his move. Whatever, I just wait to the opportunity to pass and blip it. God I love this bike, it just digs right in and I'm past them.

We head back to his house where he shows me a couple of movies that he's making, and then we had dinner, BBQ porkchops and sweet potatoes with rice and sourkrout. Even the food was great. About 120km alltogether on the bike today.

And I've put about 800 km on my bike in 3 weeks without going on a single real trip. I'm looking forward to the chance to go touring later this summer.
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#87 Unread post by NorthernPete » Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:59 pm

Sev, if youre a WoW player, what server you on?
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#88 Unread post by Sev » Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:01 pm

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Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#89 Unread post by NorthernPete » Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:13 pm

Ahh, kk. Not on that one myself. Stonemaul.

I was having a look on http://www.bikepics.com/manufacturers/ just to see what your bike looked like, I must say its pretty sweet looking ride Sev.

BTW that site is great if your looking at classifieds, gives ya an idea what they look like and what not.
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#90 Unread post by Sev » Sun May 07, 2006 5:26 pm

Yesterday (Sat May 6th) was a poker run setup by Leather Boutique to help a local childrens charity. My friends Johnny and Gord had heard about it from somewhere (beats me where) and invited me along.

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So for the past week e-mails have been flying past and forth.
Where is it?
Leather Boutique?
Okay, where do you want to meet?
Behind Gord's house.
What time?
9:00
No.. wait, 10:00
Yeah 10:00
Where are we meeting again?
10:00
At what time?
Behind Gord's house

ad inifinitum.

Eventually the big day rolled around with forcasts of cold weather and a 60% chance of rain. We made contingency plans the night before to meet for a coffee at the very least if it was going to rain (some of us melt when we get wet...:roll::roll:).

So, up at 7:00 AM like I always am, I'm sitting in my room waiting, I mess about on the computer, read a book, check my gear, watch tv, check my gear, pick up some stuff, check my gear.

Finally 9:30 rolls around and I get myself together, heavy socks, my riding jeans, long sleeved t-shirt, polar fleece sweater, my Joe Rocket Alter Ego jacket, HJC-CL14, and my First Gear gloves. Lookin' good.

A quick stop on the bank throws a little cash in my wallet, then I bounce off to Gord's house where I get to pull up to see a big black bike waiting around back for me. That can't be Gord's... can it? It looks bigger for some reason. I don't know why, but it was the same old bike, weird. Maybe I should be drinking less or something.

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I make it to Gord's about 5 minutes early and meet him in the backyard where he's reading Riding with Rilke. We wait for a while and he shows me some of the movies he's been making. About 10 after 10 Johnny calls, he lost his glasses and hasn't left yet, but he'll be ready soon. His place is pretty much on the way so Gord and I decide that we'll just stop off at his place on the way to Leather Boutique and pick him up, rather then having him ride out to us then ride all the way back.

So we clip through town down to the Whitemud, which involves spending more then a little time on a rangeroad. Along the way I find a couple drops of water appearing on my face shield. Eh, I'm a big boy, I can take it. Gord however decides to ride right over a napkin laying in the road. His back tire flips it up into the air.... where it whips past my head, close enough that I could read the DQ label. I didn't flinch, but I was bringing my left hand up to drag it off my visor if it got stuck there.

He waved in apology, but I could see him fighting to keep a grin off his face in his mirror for the rest of the ride. "O Ring", I hope you catch a bug in those teeth.

So a quick right onto the Whitemud and we're headed into the city without further incident. Safely to Johnny's where he's... a little hungover, but ready to go. When he gets outside he demonstrates that he has managed to fix his license plate, though it slides left to right on the mounting bracket...

We're going back in time here. In my last post I said that we met up with Johnny at Tim's (coffee shop) on Whyte to go for a ride. On that ride Johnny had managed to lose a license plate bolt, so his plate sent the whole ride hanging by a single bolt. I can remember thinking how handy it would have been to have a couple of zip ties if that had happened so I threw a handful under my seat <Ominous Sound>

Like I said, Johnny had bought some new skulls and fixed his license plate. We fired up and took off. Johnny led the way through the residential area and out onto Gateway Blvd. We're flying down what is essentially a highway, doing an easy 100 Johnny, Gord, Jeff. I like riding drag.

Then disaster strikes, I see something small and black going flying off the back of Johnny's bike, I slow down a little and start honking, the license plate swings to one side, and then P-TANG the other side lets go, Gord starts honking, I'm honking and this piece of sharpened metal is now flying through the air at over 100kmh. It does a quick flip up towards Gord's head, pulls a loop and spins back towards me. Metallic death flipping through the air... then CLANG onto the ground, and I do a quick swirve around it.

Gord pulls over, I pull over and Johnny pulls over. Eeeeek, we're both pretty hyped up, I'm laughing my "O Ring" off, Gord's walking back to pick up a license plate and I'm explaining to Johnny what happened.

Gord shows up with a bent license plate and a short story about how he stood on the side of the highway with his hand out so that oncoming cars would know he was planning on walking out into traffic. He watches car after car drive past without touching it. Then the last car comes by and drives clean over the plate. Couple of nice little bends in it :(. The skulls bolts are still attached. So is the plastic washer, this is what REALLY cracked me up:

The imagine this, plastic washer, metal mount plate.

-------- ---------

mount washer

-------- ______

The washer was just BARELY bigger then the hole, so one good bounce and it slipped through the hole. Kerpow!

Remember how I said that I threw some zipties under the seat? I ziptied that mother back in place, Gord pulled out his swiss army knife and cut them short. Johnny watched for cars and asked, "is there anything that we aren't prepared for?" It's good to go now, it'll stay in place don't worry.

We walk back to our bikes and wait for the traffic to clear up. Onwards down the highway to Leather Boutique where we sign in to start the game. Pick a card, and follow the route through the rest of the game. We take a quick tour through the store and Gord makes note of some boots he might want to buy.

Back to the bikes we get our gear back on and head out to the next stop. Along the way we realise that we're being tailed. Some big cruiser has been following us since we left Leather Boutique. We're all pretty amped up, yelling back and forth at stop lights while we're waiting. We wave him up and yell introductions back and forth. His name is Rick, and he's got a Harley, once again I'm the oddman out. In fact, I only saw one sportbike in the whole place besides mine... apprently Poker Runs are a cruiser thing. Whatever, I'm having fun.

So we make it to Scona Cycle (the next stop on our run), and it turns out that Rick is visiting from Fort Macmurray, he just got this bike (he has a shadow at home) and is currently breaking it in, only 700km on the clock. We offer him a map to help him get to where he's supposed to go next, or the chance to tag along we us. He figues he'd rather ride with us, hehe, I felt a little sorry for him.

We popped inside while he talked with some of the organisers and got a couple sets of bolts so that we could bolt Johnny's plate back in place, but decide to just leave it with the zipties they held up to here and seem secure. I spent a little while looking at the supersports parked there, and recieved some razing about when I was going to buy a real bike.

"I'll show you a real bike... or at least the back end of one."

We pull out onto Whyte Ave and follow it to where it's Sherwood Park Freeway. When the light turns red, Gord takes off, and then I goose it and dump the clutch, I'm bye him at 100kmh in first. Rev up from there and down into Sherwood Park we go. Next stop, Ft Saskatchewan. Along the highway we're getting beaten up by a heavy heavy wind coming in from the North, gusts that were trying to blow our bikes out from underneath us.

Worse is worse, we gotta head out into the wind to get to Ft Sask... North on highway 21 with wind doing an easy 40-50kmh towards us, and us doing 100kmh at it. Feels like we're doing 200kmh, and it's painful, I wish I had a windscreen. Rick had a windshield to hide behind, but was playing it careful because he was still breaking in his engine.

After what feels like hours of labouring against the wind we arrive in Ft Sask, and start yelling back and forth about how awful that part of the ride was.
"What?"

"WHAT?"

"THAT SUCKED!"

"WHAT"

"IT'S WINDY!"

"BET WE CAN MAKE IT HOME IN FIRST GEAR!"

"WE PROBABLY CAN!"

"FIRST GEAR ALL THE WAY HOME!"

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!"

Into Lammle's Western Wear for our next card, and then back onto the highway. There's something weird about riding with the wind behind you like that, you're doing 100, but it feels like you aren't moving at all, it's eerily quiet, like there's nothing all around. But you can still see the highway flipping past.

We mange to outpace Rick along the way (he's still gentling his engine) and get back to Wye Road which leads into the Sherwood Park Freeway. It rains a little, apparently it feels, "like someone is throwing a fistfull of frozen corn at your face." OR, "you get hit by little ones, over and over and they hurt, and then all of a sudden you get a BIG one, and it REALLY hurts." I can't say I noticed though, I love my fullface.

We stop off at Cycle Works (Rick is still with us) and get our fourth card, then quickly blast back to Leather Boutique to get our last card and turn in our hands.

We stop off for a free cup of warm up coffee and get our last card. I got a pair of kings with a 10 high, and Gord got a pair of kings with an Ace high. bastrd. We don't know who won yet, we just dropped off our hands and need to wait for a phone call. The winner gets a free leather jacket.

At this point Johnny had to head in to work, Gord and I, being hungry decided to head tooooooo.... The Garage, you can't not go there when you're on a bike and hungry.

It's looking pretty grim by the time we get there, but the wind is dieing down. We have a good meal, and Jim comes out to talk with us, we also got to meet his grand nephew who... liked my bike better! Of course with a bunch of big new people crowded around he got a little scared, but he had good taste.
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While we're eating it starts to rain... and rain and rain and rain. It's POURING. So we have an extra cup of coffee wait 3 minutes, throw on our gear and head out. I love this jacket, it kept me nice and dry from neck to waste, and on a 30 minute ride home I didn't even notice I was getting wet until my pants were soaked through, I'm very happy with my gear.

I hear a lot about people who don't like to ride in the rain. Personally I kind of enjoy it. It's peaceful for some reason, the water pitterpattering against your helmet, the muted colors and the dulled sound of the engines. Everything smells cleaner, and over all it's actually pretty fun. Sure you need to go a little slower, and brake a little sooner, but it's relaxing in some odd way.

Today, I washed my bike, I figured with the pouring rain it'd be clean, but apparently all it did was leave dirty water marks on anything. We should really have people cleaning these roads more often.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#91 Unread post by BigChickenStrips » Mon May 08, 2006 2:19 pm

"I'll show you a real bike... or at least the back end of one."
ha ha ha...

sounds like you had a good time. i gotta trick my existing friends into riding, or find some new ones that do.
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#92 Unread post by Sev » Mon May 08, 2006 4:33 pm

HandsomeRyan wrote:
"I'll show you a real bike... or at least the back end of one."
ha ha ha...

sounds like you had a good time. i gotta trick my existing friends into riding, or find some new ones that do.
Getting them to ride is really easy, just get them to read this:
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There is cold, and there is cold on a motorcycle. Cold on a motorcycle is like being beaten with cold hammers while being kicked with cold boots, a bone bruising cold. The wind's big hands squeeze the heat out of my body and whisk it away; caught in a cold October rain, the drops don't even feel like water. They feel like shards of bone fallen from the skies of Hell to pock my face. I expect to arrive with my cheeks and forehead streaked with blood, but that's just an illusion, just the misery of nerves not designed for highway speeds.

Despite this, it's hard to give up my motorcycle in the fall and I rush to get it on the road again in the spring; lapses of sanity like this are common among motorcyclists. When you let a motorcycle into your life you're changed forever. The letters "MC" are stamped on your driver's license right next to your sex and height as if "motorcycle" was just another of your physical characteristics, or maybe a mental condition.

But when warm weather finally does come around all those cold snaps and rainstorms are paid in full because a motorcycle summer is worth any price. A motorcycle is not just a two-wheeled car; the difference between driving a car and climbing onto a motorcycle is the difference between watching TV and actually living your life. We spend all our time sealed in boxes and cars are just the rolling boxes that shuffle us languidly from home-box to work-box to store-box and back, the whole time entombed in stale air, temperature regulated, sound insulated, and smelling of carpets.

On a motorcycle I know I'm alive. When I ride, even the familiar seems strange and glorious. The air has weight and substance as I push through it and its touch is as intimate as water to a swimmer. I feel the cool wells of air that pool under trees and the warm spokes of sunlight that fall through them. I can see everything in a sweeping 360 degrees, up, down and around, wider than PanaVision and higher than IMAX and unrestricted by ceiling or dashboard.

Sometimes I even hear music. It's like hearing phantom telephones in the shower or false doorbells when vacuuming; the pattern-loving brain, seeking signals in the noise, raises acoustic ghosts out of the wind's roar. But on a motorcycle I hear whole songs: rock 'n roll, dark orchestras, women's voices, all hidden in the air and released by speed.

At 30 miles an hour and up, smells become uncannily vivid. All the individual tree-smells and flower-smells and grass-smells flit by like chemical notes in a great plant symphony. Sometimes the smells evoke memories so strongly that it's as though the past hangs invisible in the air around me, wanting only the most casual of rumbling time machines to unlock it. A ride on a summer afternoon can border on the rapturous. The sheer volume and variety of stimuli is like a bath for my nervous system, an electrical massage for my brain, a systems check for my soul. It tears smiles out of me: a minute ago I was dour, depressed, apathetic, numb, but now, on two wheels, big, ragged, windy smiles flap against the side of my face, billowing out of me like air from a decompressing plane. Transportation is only a secondary function. A motorcycle is a joy machine. It's a machine of wonders, a metal bird, a motorized prosthetic. It's light and dark and shiny and dirty and warm and cold lapping over each other; it's a conduit of grace, it's a catalyst for bonding the gritty and the holy.

I still think of myself as a motorcycle amateur, but by now I've had a handful of bikes over a half dozen years and slept under my share of bridges. I wouldn't trade one second of either the good times or the misery. Learning to ride was one of the best things I've done.

Cars lie to us and tell us we're safe, powerful, and in control. The air-conditioning fans murmur empty assurances and whisper, "Sleep, sleep." Motorcycles tell us a more useful truth: we are small and exposed, and probably moving too fast for our own good, but that's no reason not to enjoy every minute of the ride.

Hehe, actually we were sitting at the light one time and Gord started revving his engine, a nice deep thrum, then Johnny started revving his engine, and he looked back at me, from my left Rick (the guy breaking in the harley) gave a half-hearted thrumm.

So I stared right back at Johnny and started revving mine, 4k, 3k, 5k, 3k, 8k, 9k, 7k, 13k and the bike was just howling, shaking under me and ready to take off.

Johnny started laughing, I never stopped staring. God I love biking.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#93 Unread post by BigChickenStrips » Mon May 15, 2006 6:31 am

Sevulturus wrote: So I stared right back at Johnny and started revving mine, 4k, 3k, 5k, 3k, 8k, 9k, 7k, 13k and the bike was just howling, shaking under me and ready to take off.
you may wanna have that looked at...
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#94 Unread post by Sev » Mon May 15, 2006 11:49 am

Twist your wrist twist it back over and over. You let it rev high, then drop it off, then rev it a little higher. Makes for a better and more intimidating sound.

Most guys just redline it and keep it there all at once, but if you work your way up to it you have people sitting there thinking, "is he done yet? That just keeps getting louder and louder."
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#95 Unread post by KarateChick » Wed May 17, 2006 10:40 am

Hey, so I going to write something in your Blog...hope that's okay.

I had a real confidence building and fun ride with Sev. The weather was just awesome yesterday hitting 27C (about 81F) with lots of sunshine and fluffy cloudy blue, blue skies. For anyone newer to the forum that didn't know it yet, Sev is a fountain of information and a real fun, humourous guy.

Despite a fairly :oops: beginning when I pulled up to our meeting place [KC pulls up, bike leaps forward as it totally stalls, "Uh, hiya Sev!"], yes, no doubt making him think "OMG, what am I getting myself into here...", he just smiled and said hi. Probably good I didn't stop and dump the bike in front of him... :laughing: or worse, knocking over HIS beautiful yellow bike. Yes, his bike IS great...I think I'm in love. (I love yellow & had wished mine came in yellow in Canada :mrgreen: ) To top things off, my visor was hanging on by 1 side only as a bunch of pieces had popped off just as I was leaving and since I didn't want to be late, I left it up, hoped no more pieces would come flying off and dashed over as quickly as I could. Sev very patiently fixed it while we discussed the various flavors of bugs we sampled when riding visor up.

On to riding! I'm fairly new to biking and felt no pressure as we cruised through the city and freeways. He had me lead the way and set the ride at my pace and if I did anything squiddly, it was purely accidental. (I hope I didn't though). It really was confidence building knowing that while I still had to be very aware of what was going on around me, Sev had my back. A lot less likely that some jerk would blast by me barely missing me like last time or trying to squeeze between me and another car. Didn't think any cager wanted to mess with the big yellow bike & biker whose face you couldn't see behind his visor. I, on the other hand, have felt small and invisible many a time especially since all my riding to date on this bike & the previous one had been on my own. There were SO MANY bikes out enjoying the day too and once I figured out how to do it without looking like a total goof (Sev's feedback :lol: ) I started some waving too so that he wasn't the only one who had to do it. I'm still breaking in my bike and got some good tips from Sev as he was able to watch my shifting, stops, etc.

There was this one hill in the city heading down that has some curves in it and since I hadn't been on it before, I made a careful approach and headed on down. Obviously Sev had been on this hill many a time and loves it cause he blew on by in the lane beside me taking those turns with ease and really working his bike into the leans 8) Ah, maybe one day....

I can totally see what he means when he says "biking gets into your blood". That's exactly how I felt about skiing when I got into it 4 years ago too (remember, we get lots of snow here so most don't bike the whole year round). Today's going to be a scorching one at 31C (88F) - well that's a scorcher for me, and I'm so tempted to skip k-class and go ride for a few hours after work. Hmmm, why push through the sweat and pain of a workout when I can ride...? The outside beckons...

Fun ride yesterday, a great way to end off the day from work :D. I just hope you weren't too bored Sev! :wink:

And uh, sorry if I jacked your blog but you were on this ride too...

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#96 Unread post by Malice » Thu May 18, 2006 3:36 pm

I can't believe I wasn't invited on this ride.

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#97 Unread post by KarateChick » Thu May 18, 2006 5:26 pm

Hahahaha - Sev, sorry, your blog is being Jacked! :P

Welcome Malice. Drop one or either of us a PM. Always willing to meet someone new. Can't speak for Sev but sure he is too.

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#98 Unread post by Sev » Thu May 18, 2006 8:23 pm

First of all Gord, "fudge" you, you were at work. You're welcome to come on the next one Sat... Oh wait, you're going to Vegas (where's that little smiley that flips people off???). I cannot believe you'd register here just to complain about not being invited on a ride! HAH.

Second, I was planning on writing this up :oops: but work and my general lazyness managed to infere... sigh.

Anyways, yes it was a great day KC covered all the important parts. I stuck her out front so she wouldn't feel compelled to match my pace (does that sound arrogant?) the whole time. It also made it a lot easier to keep the group together as I'm sure I'm the more suicidal rider. I'd be hard pressed to remember everywhere that we went, but we spent some time in the river valley, rode through downtown and then back through the city over to the Whitemud and down Terwilliger (twice if memory serves).

We went down 101st street (ave? I dunno), I take that road every chance I get as it has about... 4 good tight turns in it. Most cars do about 40kmh down it. I do 80... and would go a lot faster if it wasn't so short, and there weren't 2 crosswalks on it. Sigh, I need to get out into the mountains.

We stopped and had a booster juice, I haven't had one of those in years.

Yeah, her helmet pisses me off, I don't understand why anyone would design a visor attachment that is nothing but a series of three interlocking peices of plastic held in place by a metal clip. It's the stupidest design I've ever seen, and I cobbled it back together, though not any sort of decent shape. BTW, I still think the red bugs taste the best... What do you think Gord?

LoL, I'd totally forgetten you stalled your bike, well now it's here for everyone to see for time immemorial, well done.

What KC forget to say was that she knows some of the best roads in the city (city speed) ones I hadn't even thought of trying, but will be back to visit. I can already see the speeding tickets being wracked up as I blast up and down the river valley and over bridges. I could just about make a perfect circle with these new roads :D Tons of fun.

Like I've said a couple of times, it was a lot of fun (and it was kind of interesting to go back to riding like I was new to the sport again). I'm looking forward to next time. Next time is Sat, want to come Gord???

*Edit* Rolled over 9200km today. Parked it at 7346 last year. Almost 2000km just messing about in the last month and a half. With more to come!
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#99 Unread post by Ninja Geoff » Thu May 18, 2006 10:24 pm

What do the red bugs taste like? I'm hoping strawberries. Maybe with a side of mud and leafs.

And what kind of helmet is it? A heads up would be nice so i don't get the same helmet and get the urge to smash it to little pieces. :mrgreen:

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#100 Unread post by DirtyD86 » Fri May 19, 2006 10:46 pm

you've got a lot of talent as a writer, great thread

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