2wheels>4

I slide my shit sideways so often I have gotten used to it. I just wrote it off to a varying combination of my tires and my technique. My rear is getting a bit bald now, its a bias ply instead of radial, and I think sometimes I just give it a bit too much throttle and/or get sloppy body position. Either way, I just relax and ease of the "go" handle whenever I feel it breaking loose and keep riding. (my tire pressure is the only thing I can assure you is correct...) So, will this stop happening so much when I swap the tires for radials, or am I just a throttle hungry, backwards leaning squidball? (note: it was happening most often when I was accelerating from a stop around a corner, such as at stoplights. It happens less now that I stay off the throttle just a bit on those turns and I dropped my tire pressure down to 30psi, but once in a while I get into the gas at the apex and it still wants to slide on me a bit.) Also worth noting is that I make 100+ftlbs of torque at 3k rpm on the v-twin, and I learned to ride on a I4 motor that peaks at 7-8k rpm, so it has also crossed my mind that I might just be dealing with the difference in character between two different types of motor. (or more accurately, two motors which have vastly different power output characteristics.)

Props to you for being alert man!! I have more sympathy for the driver than the kid. As a child we were well advised (beaten half to death) by our parents for playing unsafely near roads... Kids should be watching for traffic, not the other way around. And parents should take the beating when they don't. Vehicles have right away in the road, kids in the yard, and both should stay in their damn places.

I need some trouble... I'm in a bad mood and thinking about leaving the old lady choking in my dust as I go. I don't plan on returning to her, so jail is fine by me seeing as I will be needing a place to sleep.

How well I can stand... Edit: Oops, misread that and thought it said "What is the difference between liking beer and LOVING beer"... Oh, demon scotch, how I love you...

I like beer, but to hell with caging it. I would rather moderate intake if I am not being chauffeured.

sweet, more ammo to use on the 200mi a year elitist pricks! (Harley is fine, I just hate about 90% of the tools that can afford to buy them.)

I say loose the number, but if you keep it remember the man law... If you drink, don't dial!!!

It seems to me that lighter, less powerful bikes are easier to handle and thus easier and safer to learn on. They are certainly much more forgiving to a novice rider. The down side seems to be that you out grow a small bike very quickly and soon you want a bit more out of the throttle than it can give you... I thought my little GS550 was scary fast the first time I cracked the throttle wide open, now I could take a nap at WOT on that thing. Oh, and a slow bike will still smoke the average passenger car. (that weight to power ratio thing...) Even my '78 GS will toast most sports cars. (and a modern bike of similar displacement wont need half it's throttle to smoke the GS)

That's hilarious! I'm in if you get enough people. This is something that gets way cooler with a large group, and way lame with only a few... The Grand Central Station one is pretty epic.

Nice, it was a much better day for riding than the weather reports suggested. +1 for not being a squid!

Don't tempt me... I'm not shy and I know it will ruin all you leghumper's sleep tonight if I post up high res pics of my junk... Besides, you knew the chicks wouldn't play ball, so that means you were really looking for sausage anyway, weren't you!

Yep, that how I found out... accidentally hit the refresh key with my skull...

This thread got fucking brutal quick, and then kept going... Wow. While she is getting abused by one of these limp dicked fucksticks all she will think about is how much she misses her sweet Mr. Anderson... Meanwhile, back at the OR cave, you will be all hookers and blow, so fuck that bitch. I say go with the nut dragging suggestion and get your pimp on. Oh, and if she comes crawling back, put it in her pooper, blow it in her hair, and then kick her out saying, " you're full, I'm done, get lost." It's called "revenge" kid, and it is the only thing sweeter than a crying stripper...

LOL You gotta hand it to him, that was one hell of a job strapping the bike up....

+1 Motorcycles are my primary form of transportation and I resist getting in a cage as much as possible. You gotta die from something, sometime and I guess I gave up on worrying about when and where. I wear gear and watch the cagers like rabid dingos in a daycare, but that is just reasonable caution in my book. I have thought I was going to die more times than I can count or care to relate, and I admit that I have had my confidence shaken enough to question certain philosophies I hold regarding life and death and perhaps even how motorcycles might be related to the latter. It is exactly that gut wrenching, breath stealing, mortal terror which keeps me lurching forward in life with a glint in my eye and a sneer upon my lip. Life, without risk and consequense, is a rather boring game to play. Road racers, drunks and idiots on cell phones will no more restrict what I want to do in life than anyone or anything else. I have a problem with the concept of spending my life being afraid to live it, or with restricting it because of other's designs or lack thereof. If I may be so lame and geeky to quote science fiction, "Fear is the mind killer." Or perhaps you prefer political quotations, "The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself." Oh, and condolences for the poor bastard on the bike, I hope the driver of the racing car gets raped in the asshole by a very large, very AIDs infected man in prison.

No... Gotta give this one to IP... That was a good one.

Ok, I will give it a shot... maybe another try after more coffee if I should get inspired.

Bet if you look lower he has a device for performing Pap Smear as well...

Win.

People using my name in vain again... Yeah, scooters are definitely fruity, but I don't hate. (Well, maybe a little for the scooter, not for the gay.) I gave up on trying to discriminate. Some of them look very motorcyclish when you are approaching and I like to see their reactions anyway. I have noticed a distinct range from too surprised (or scared of removing death grip) to even wave back, to the flamboyant retard wave. Always fun to watch the mentally handicapped at work.... This is the best... Pull up at a red light next to a business man on a Vespa in all black on a loud cruiser and watch the silly grin on his face turn to nervousness or embarrassment very quickly... And they always think they have to let you go first when the light changes even though they were up front... Try to be nice and I STILL scare the poor bastards.

I have seen this posted up before as a "Canadian Park Services" sign or something similar, funny shit. I do wonder if it is actually posted somewhere, or a total fake/photochop.