Combat play with hot rods

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Combat play with hot rods

Got to see if my plain ole Combat with its most special fast feature being nice 5-6 yr old modern street tires - could hang with some serious riders on serious cycles in Ozarks play pen. 5 of em with an Apriila V4 missile leading the pack and Ducati hypermotard thingy at rear as appeared to be the least powerful. They'd come from 3 different states to join up for living it up around here. This level play is in Ms Peel's job description not Trixie's. Trixie got their nod of approval - as old & quaint - but they could not register me desiring to follow them. Anywho had 30 miles of finding out Trixie is just barely able to keep up but she did. Recently tested maxing out on Trixie - no surprises left just imprinted limits of stability I will never hinge into again. So Not a handling test as much as pure power in real life but Trixie took the turns almost as fast as these eager pilots on elite bikes were doing on lumpy areas. On the smooth ones Trix barely hinged so same speed or even faster entering d/t not wanting to be left in the dust as they powered out of apexes and to make up distance they gained in the opens leading to an entry. If there'd been no traffic to hang em up every few miles they would of slowly pulled out of sight. But non the less I think they got a bit depressed when they'd pass a car or two with me hanging far enough back, dozen lengths, not to intrude directly on their closed club... this left me shortest distance and time to zoom the pass before oncoming closed, accelerating as hard &or longer to catch back up in a few seconds. I'd let off at 110 indicated with plenty of pull left - just fear of engine damage on mere joy ride. They'd only pull to maybe 115 as I get right back to my minimum hang back distance before they be leaning for next sweeper and power around it like they did. Wonderful speed and G thrills for an old Norton and older dude. Moral of the tale is if ya don't care about engine wear a plain Combat can confuse moods of strangers.

I needed to get this out my system in idea conditions and did in spades, likely never again as Trixie+me just ain't up to it. What set me up for this meeting was a friend rode by my office so instead of going home I did his legal leisure pace with him till he turned off and I continued on to get a snack. I'd power washed Trixie and she was still clean after like 60 miles. Her Combat engine becomes an elastic oil blower to play this hard but got a glow that'll last a life time.
 
Well done that man, a true exemplar of the press-on spirit as envisioned by the maker.
 
Hhee, it was almost as much trembling adrenal state as my max out failure the week prior. But then I wasn't just trying to keep up but catch up with an even faster lone pilot with impossible head start, so not even once did I get/notice WOT cuts instant sruge back upset at all.

Still I got similar mood reaction flip flops as past Ms Peel did, 1st a humorous or sneering recognition of quaint cycle let out a museum, then soon depression with a sense of anger underneath that their super duper expensive corner cripple elites just can't apply their power advantage in real world and that they ain't even secure-brave enough to let hair out on the easy opens.

Event ended when they sopped to decide which way to go, I idled past them then gave em SNORTON to red line for a lead they never caught up with till I gas stopped 35 mile away. None of them pleased enough to even look up or wave at me on the fun flings with such an embarrassing skinny tyred antique. Trixie would not have stood a chance again pilots that have track day-race experience but event that was no defense at all against Tri-linked Ms Peel, now in works with MO POWer.

Rats eat my car ignition wires so taking it easy on Trixie now as only transport til who knows when.
 
Here's the colorful pecking order they had settled on in prior runs and took again after a launch break. Only the Aprilla lacked chicken stripes.

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Combat play with hot rods


Combat play with hot rods


Combat play with hot rods


Combat play with hot rods


Combat play with hot rods


Combat play with hot rods


How they looked and almost how close they'd run but in single file. Ms Peel would instantly notice how far out they were w/o much lean so would shoot around the shorter path -= game over back to solo solitude - with 3 more faster yet ways around.
Combat play with hot rods

The Ducati arrow bar mirrors looked like the pilot was always singling both ways : )
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Combat play with hot rods
 
Yeah, while at work the other day, in the company Camry, I ran across a Ducati pilot like that, going into a 2 lane constant radius ~ 180 degree freeway on ramp, he assumed the arse-off-seat,knee-out pose, I held the automatic Toymota in gear, wheel set against the understeer, & went `round the outside with ~ 10/km/6mph on him, ahead until the entry straightened out & he made a show of blasting past as I just shook my head in disgust, almost embarassed to be a fellow rider...
 
Yeah, while at work the other day, in the company Camry, I ran across a Ducati pilot like that, going into a 2 lane constant radius ~ 180 degree freeway on ramp, he assumed the arse-off-seat,knee-out pose, I held the automatic Toymota in gear, wheel set against the understeer, & went `round the outside with ~ 10/km/6mph on him, ahead until the entry straightened out & he made a show of blasting past as I just shook my head in disgust, almost embarassed to be a fellow rider...

Oh my yes a decent driver in decent cage can terrorize these corner cripples, whoose only means of escape is bee line dashes. I think Ms Peel is the only cycle able to take on AWD rallys cars, cycles are too cornered crippled to really play with.
 
On the other hand I`ll be damned if I`d let any non well driven,mega-buck, super-wide tyred, aero-downforce car beat me on any of my bikes cornering on the open road, on sheer principle..
 
On the other hand I`ll be damned if I`d let any non well driven,mega-buck, super-wide tyred, aero-downforce car beat me on any of my bikes cornering on the open road, on sheer principle..

Combat play with hot rods


OH MY GOD NO!!!!!!!!!!!! NEVER MY ATTITUDE ON THE FLY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's My Dixieland life motto.
I have ZERO EGO to lose to even a Honda Civic if i sense any fear reaction as risky into an unknown section or close call pass. I am easy to scare so I Never Ever ride to point of fear EXCEPT on once in life time special events I'm reporting now. It's hard to convey the fear spikes of out of control sense I've developed by forced on me saves or clash of conditions crashes when trying best not do nothing but safe sane easiest rolling and then later working back up to them on purpose. Twice today I had cars pull in front, -after waiting so long I was really close then taking their sweet time pulling clear. I had to brake to scarey squeals, but wasn't going too fast not to save it routinely. Today's route was not severe twisties so didn't hardly need brakes.

Btw, this squad was so intense a group tagging so close on traffic tails, 4'xs the cars or PU trucks pulled over to let us go by. A really special day we all survived, just some us left with more ride orgasm after glow. So yeahhhh, science says only live once, I say done right once is enough- so when the getting is good, GO For It>>>
 
"Hey, shit aint worth dyin`over", -I should have written, -general- principle, same as holeshots from stop lights, if he`s really that good, then you`re beat, fair & square, aint no shame in that, -lessin` you screwed up.
 
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