Biking, a great hobby ruined by talentless ******s
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Biker's Nemesis said:
Wedg1e said:
Out of interest, how many of us actually ARE grandads?
Not yet but I want to beI love DAS'ers. They've taken over from Born Againers for supplying me with second hand FSH, low mileage mint bikes that have never seen their red-lines and have giant chicken strips.
3DP said:
Based on your average 16 year generational gap in Newcastle, I've worked out that you must be a great-grandad.
I love DAS'ers. They've taken over from Born Againers for supplying me with second hand FSH, low mileage mint bikes that have never seen their red-lines and have giant chicken strips.
I love DAS'ers. They've taken over from Born Againers for supplying me with second hand FSH, low mileage mint bikes that have never seen their red-lines and have giant chicken strips.
3DP said:
Based on your average 16 year generational gap in Newcastle, I've worked out that you must be a great-grandad.
I love DAS'ers. They've taken over from Born Againers for supplying me with second hand FSH, low mileage mint bikes that have never seen their red-lines and have giant chicken strips.
THIS, my zx6r and 675 were both lovely examples of middle aged men with more money than riding ability/balls. Im a das rider but at least i "have a go" even though i must admit im sI love DAS'ers. They've taken over from Born Againers for supplying me with second hand FSH, low mileage mint bikes that have never seen their red-lines and have giant chicken strips.
t, im still not st, st mind you but compared to some on here im hopeless. Then again compared to most I meet on a ride out on a sunday im a riding god....maybe 
Hmmm, another biker thread where people with failing eyesight get together and agree they are all driving gods by ridiculing the idiots.
I'm pretty proud of my chicken strips. They demonstrate that I don't try corners on public roads at the limit of the bikes ability, which I'm actually okay with admitting, are orders of magnitude above my riding skills.
I don't believe in counter steering. I don't believe anyone goes faster round a bend using their knee as an airbrake. and when I see someone with no chicken strips I tend to see their future as a darwinian fireball of their own making yet to come to pass.
As a for instance I was on my bike last night hurtling (although obvious not in the sense that you lot hurtle) round a country lane near meopham. I came round a corner and the first thing I noticed was the horse stationary 30 yards up the road, who had obviously heard me comming and was waiting for me to pass. The next thing I noticed was the fact that I had a large pile of horse st about a foot in front of the wheel, and at about 30mph m'lud with no option left but to go through.
I felt the bike shunt to the right as I went through the poo. In a split second I saw my life change from the intended plan of accelerating out of a corner with the possibilty of a wheelie, to appearing in the newspaper the next day having died of asphyxiation by being rammed so far up a horses arse that it would take longer to get me out than I could hold my breath.
So when I see threads like this where everyone is a driving God, and the 'other people' are talentless ****, I find myself feeling some sympathy for the underdog, especially as I don't have the excuse of being a born again.
I'm pretty proud of my chicken strips. They demonstrate that I don't try corners on public roads at the limit of the bikes ability, which I'm actually okay with admitting, are orders of magnitude above my riding skills.
I don't believe in counter steering. I don't believe anyone goes faster round a bend using their knee as an airbrake. and when I see someone with no chicken strips I tend to see their future as a darwinian fireball of their own making yet to come to pass.
As a for instance I was on my bike last night hurtling (although obvious not in the sense that you lot hurtle) round a country lane near meopham. I came round a corner and the first thing I noticed was the horse stationary 30 yards up the road, who had obviously heard me comming and was waiting for me to pass. The next thing I noticed was the fact that I had a large pile of horse s
t about a foot in front of the wheel, and at about 30mph m'lud with no option left but to go through.I felt the bike shunt to the right as I went through the poo. In a split second I saw my life change from the intended plan of accelerating out of a corner with the possibilty of a wheelie, to appearing in the newspaper the next day having died of asphyxiation by being rammed so far up a horses arse that it would take longer to get me out than I could hold my breath.
So when I see threads like this where everyone is a driving God, and the 'other people' are talentless ****, I find myself feeling some sympathy for the underdog, especially as I don't have the excuse of being a born again.
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