Close to the bone
Saw this on the way home.
One thirtysomething guy driving a Volvo, towing a stripped down bike on a harbor freight trailer. His suit was on the backseat along with a couple of toolboxes. The helmet, some of the decals scuffed off, was on the passenger seat.
The bike has been down, it looks like, the other side which I couldn’t get a picture of was rashier. The tank dent, I think was a comfort dent.
I had gofast dreams but not gofast coordination. Thankfully I learned that before I could put my hands on a really fast bike.
Did make me think, though. And my well wishes went with him, imagining the music the bike plays in your ass while the tires read the road like heads on a tape deck, the track an endless loop of sweet music.
Yes. I found my limit in 1973 on the back of a then fast Yamaha RD 350. Just could not lean it over far enough to go fast enough then the curve.
I had reflexes, just the coordination of a cub bear trying to pick up shelled corn.
Would have been fun though.
Frame sliders and number plates on a stripped SV650. Track day junkie fun on a budget right there. :)
Damn, Og, saw him Eastbound on 94 in Michigan Friday night, probably exit 40-ish. Said to wife “safe car, dangerous hobby”.
Mike: Did you notice the tank dent on top?
The guy seemed kind of short, and the seat very thin, so I presumed the tank dent was there to keep the tank from bruising the guy’s ribcage.
Sorry, was hustling to get to my Brother in laws place with some weird road / transmission noises emanating from the sender wife’s Escape… and I needed to hydrate before the Michigan Brewers Guild Summer Beer Festival, too.
Added to that I’d had my share of fun escaping downtown Chicago into Indiana’s road construction hell… their detour to get on 94 was a mistake, couldn’t use the on ramp they sent us to, it was torn up, too!