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Ok Kenny's post sure splashed Peel and me in hot seat.
So I'll fill in if ya can take it.
Code and I had prior deep agreement before I sprang for his class. It was I had to find out if THE Gravel riding worked on tarmac, not go fast or do racer antics, just what happens when tarmac is ridden as loose as a goose. Scary as shit to take a modern to very limits, fighting to keep it down, front arguing with the rear, oscillations setting up, tires alternately skipping out, Then Nail the Snot of it and ride it out >>> WEEEEEEEDOOOGGGGIEDDOOOOOOOOOOOO
There is no way to find out what I needed to know w/o riding into crash states to see what happens, on some one else's bike and no deer or oncoming in binds and crests thank you. Leaned so far peg fold up pushed foot out, had to rest it on rear axle and only backed off more lean d/t fairing chin wearing off. Stupid thing would about tank slap throwing it down and same thing as on lifting it up into the open. It was me repeatedly doing this that got me jerked off track each time out. So I missed out on some practice time. Even more scary to grab my once in life time slim chance to really learn something to last me a lifetime.
But shoot the biggest revelation was tarmac has both predicable traction and plenty of it to catch a way ward tire and not just keep going and going and going... With tarmac's pleasant comforting security of use I went in even harsher on Ninja 900, on purpose tank slapping it down and tank slapping it up, till I got its rhythm down on how hard and fast it'd buck and jitter, like crossing a plowed field sideways. I felt out the max spikes it could take before it left the surface.
EURKEA!
Finally as wild as THE Gravel. Now was my time to really gave her the Spurs! I'd dive into chicane or sweeper, all the same to me at this point and shoot for the most open line I could see that connected to the next most open line, like billards and aim straight for the far edge - a bit before I got there, trip that bitch out form under to hi side it up and sideways ^^^as far as needed to get all the horrible terrible head shakes and chassis ringing done and settled before landing*** - all lined up for max hook up straight into next cue ball aim, as many times as needed into relaxing straight a ways. I thought this is as good as it gets and serious sorry I'd gotten a quaint Commando trying to restore.
Not no more.
I learned what i came for but almost broke school up by freaking the instructors out so bad. I could ignore the X apex turn in marks and asked about their placement. That about shut school down too, even Kieth shot daggers at me then immediate sent his chief X marker instructor and me out, with order to Jason "show him why you put those X's there!".
Prior I was using visting racers on their race bikes as cones to weave around wide in turns but figured they were just having fun not pressing learning life/death limits. Jason was already pissed at me so took off w/o warning into first good sweeper that would be marked as 30-35 mph in Ozark hyw. I was scared so let him get half dozen bike lengths ahead towards his apeX till I knew he could not cut sharper, then I nailed it to turn the curve into 3 fast straight line facets using straight steering phase 3 handling - hugging inner berm - snicked 3rd on the last skip and ran to 13,000 into open, then sat up bolt upright covering brakes in a bee line not to get in the way of hot shot Jason if he was about to over take me. I finally turned around to see he was just finishing his X mark and lifting up for the open. I could of shifted up then for a head start over a dozen bike lengths ahead. I was a full gear shift ahead of him and he was still just using up the rest of 2nd. Then realized the next section had a pair of 70' turns before a long straight, each turn had Jason's X mark, but by then I'd found a way to make those a single turn, my X between them. I feared of Jason's ego it he tried to follow me at my rates and go off track, trying to put all the G's down in one X' instead of dividing it up in 2 smaller loads.
I expected him to pull up and match me to demo corner lines, this being a school not a dangerous race event, but he sailed past me, & My Ego got ME! Ego flashed, Is That Anyway to Treat a Novice, I'd put my attention on him, not my aim, snapped throttle to 14,000 to snick 4th > pulled a surprise wheelie in the straight plus I'd about stopped front tire as I'd dragged my brake covering fingers over lever as I twisted throttled, so bike came down on slightly turned fork on almost still tire to skip instant low side ~120 onto my L ankle under bike to launch off that into a hi side that landed whole bike on my head/neck then flipped us both high in the air spinning, I saw blue/grey, blue/grey, blue/grey then blue green-brown, blue/green-brown a half dozen times till I could sit up fast to see if bike about to slide into me but instead saw it leaving sparks for 100 yds on tarmac then about that much more off road as
if hopped and jiggled tossing parts here and there. I will never forget the image of the front going out that fast.
I stood up dazed to try walking to a bike ride away, to feel I'd stepped in a hole to look down and see bottom of L boot, so put R foot on it and popped in back mostly downward again thinking to self don't put that angle of load on it. Gimped to track edge for a ride back. Heavy storm hit so signed off lost bike deposit and drove home 9 hours to collapse a day then back at work. Forearms hit so hard - exploded the blood vessels and muscles, couple of shot glasses red syrup and white muscle fibers came out later. Not fractured arms. Nor was leather suit injured but tiny hole on L elbow. Keith Code had whole class around as he inspected his rental to the Nth degree, twice, thrice, but couldn't charge but $20 for nick in elbow. Said I lucked out on damage : )
Duh, my head/neck/helmet, trunk took up the main impact. My loose fit helmet habit saved me again, it spun way more than neck but left a bruise from R chest to up trapezius to spine doing its job. Neck segments crushed some on R and torn open some on L with a good brain concussion. Swelling hit later miserableness to endure w/o hard drugs I didn't use. A few weeks later they voted to send me polite letter "please don't return" d/t "differing ride philosophy" : )
So I graduated in flying colors to my mind, having learned tarmac and stiff rigid inline 4 behavior plus imprinted that ego has no place on a motorcycle.
The exhaust ring bolts are aluminum.
http://rides.webshots.com/photo/1521839 ... 1179rMkynt
My P!! did not wheelie by accident, nor will next Ms Peel and it won't be because of cutting back power by some digital brain between me and rear patch! No Sir Ree Bob! My corner G tool of choice now is a tamed Isolastic Commando. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYYTLJ8YHi4
So I'll fill in if ya can take it.
Code and I had prior deep agreement before I sprang for his class. It was I had to find out if THE Gravel riding worked on tarmac, not go fast or do racer antics, just what happens when tarmac is ridden as loose as a goose. Scary as shit to take a modern to very limits, fighting to keep it down, front arguing with the rear, oscillations setting up, tires alternately skipping out, Then Nail the Snot of it and ride it out >>> WEEEEEEEDOOOGGGGIEDDOOOOOOOOOOOO
There is no way to find out what I needed to know w/o riding into crash states to see what happens, on some one else's bike and no deer or oncoming in binds and crests thank you. Leaned so far peg fold up pushed foot out, had to rest it on rear axle and only backed off more lean d/t fairing chin wearing off. Stupid thing would about tank slap throwing it down and same thing as on lifting it up into the open. It was me repeatedly doing this that got me jerked off track each time out. So I missed out on some practice time. Even more scary to grab my once in life time slim chance to really learn something to last me a lifetime.
But shoot the biggest revelation was tarmac has both predicable traction and plenty of it to catch a way ward tire and not just keep going and going and going... With tarmac's pleasant comforting security of use I went in even harsher on Ninja 900, on purpose tank slapping it down and tank slapping it up, till I got its rhythm down on how hard and fast it'd buck and jitter, like crossing a plowed field sideways. I felt out the max spikes it could take before it left the surface.
EURKEA!
Finally as wild as THE Gravel. Now was my time to really gave her the Spurs! I'd dive into chicane or sweeper, all the same to me at this point and shoot for the most open line I could see that connected to the next most open line, like billards and aim straight for the far edge - a bit before I got there, trip that bitch out form under to hi side it up and sideways ^^^as far as needed to get all the horrible terrible head shakes and chassis ringing done and settled before landing*** - all lined up for max hook up straight into next cue ball aim, as many times as needed into relaxing straight a ways. I thought this is as good as it gets and serious sorry I'd gotten a quaint Commando trying to restore.
Not no more.
I learned what i came for but almost broke school up by freaking the instructors out so bad. I could ignore the X apex turn in marks and asked about their placement. That about shut school down too, even Kieth shot daggers at me then immediate sent his chief X marker instructor and me out, with order to Jason "show him why you put those X's there!".
Prior I was using visting racers on their race bikes as cones to weave around wide in turns but figured they were just having fun not pressing learning life/death limits. Jason was already pissed at me so took off w/o warning into first good sweeper that would be marked as 30-35 mph in Ozark hyw. I was scared so let him get half dozen bike lengths ahead towards his apeX till I knew he could not cut sharper, then I nailed it to turn the curve into 3 fast straight line facets using straight steering phase 3 handling - hugging inner berm - snicked 3rd on the last skip and ran to 13,000 into open, then sat up bolt upright covering brakes in a bee line not to get in the way of hot shot Jason if he was about to over take me. I finally turned around to see he was just finishing his X mark and lifting up for the open. I could of shifted up then for a head start over a dozen bike lengths ahead. I was a full gear shift ahead of him and he was still just using up the rest of 2nd. Then realized the next section had a pair of 70' turns before a long straight, each turn had Jason's X mark, but by then I'd found a way to make those a single turn, my X between them. I feared of Jason's ego it he tried to follow me at my rates and go off track, trying to put all the G's down in one X' instead of dividing it up in 2 smaller loads.
I expected him to pull up and match me to demo corner lines, this being a school not a dangerous race event, but he sailed past me, & My Ego got ME! Ego flashed, Is That Anyway to Treat a Novice, I'd put my attention on him, not my aim, snapped throttle to 14,000 to snick 4th > pulled a surprise wheelie in the straight plus I'd about stopped front tire as I'd dragged my brake covering fingers over lever as I twisted throttled, so bike came down on slightly turned fork on almost still tire to skip instant low side ~120 onto my L ankle under bike to launch off that into a hi side that landed whole bike on my head/neck then flipped us both high in the air spinning, I saw blue/grey, blue/grey, blue/grey then blue green-brown, blue/green-brown a half dozen times till I could sit up fast to see if bike about to slide into me but instead saw it leaving sparks for 100 yds on tarmac then about that much more off road as
if hopped and jiggled tossing parts here and there. I will never forget the image of the front going out that fast.
I stood up dazed to try walking to a bike ride away, to feel I'd stepped in a hole to look down and see bottom of L boot, so put R foot on it and popped in back mostly downward again thinking to self don't put that angle of load on it. Gimped to track edge for a ride back. Heavy storm hit so signed off lost bike deposit and drove home 9 hours to collapse a day then back at work. Forearms hit so hard - exploded the blood vessels and muscles, couple of shot glasses red syrup and white muscle fibers came out later. Not fractured arms. Nor was leather suit injured but tiny hole on L elbow. Keith Code had whole class around as he inspected his rental to the Nth degree, twice, thrice, but couldn't charge but $20 for nick in elbow. Said I lucked out on damage : )
Duh, my head/neck/helmet, trunk took up the main impact. My loose fit helmet habit saved me again, it spun way more than neck but left a bruise from R chest to up trapezius to spine doing its job. Neck segments crushed some on R and torn open some on L with a good brain concussion. Swelling hit later miserableness to endure w/o hard drugs I didn't use. A few weeks later they voted to send me polite letter "please don't return" d/t "differing ride philosophy" : )
So I graduated in flying colors to my mind, having learned tarmac and stiff rigid inline 4 behavior plus imprinted that ego has no place on a motorcycle.
The exhaust ring bolts are aluminum.
http://rides.webshots.com/photo/1521839 ... 1179rMkynt
My P!! did not wheelie by accident, nor will next Ms Peel and it won't be because of cutting back power by some digital brain between me and rear patch! No Sir Ree Bob! My corner G tool of choice now is a tamed Isolastic Commando. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYYTLJ8YHi4
