HermanTurnip...sans bike![]() I'll
admit it...sometimes I'm a slacker. Normally I don't let things slide, but due
to time and distance I've been slow in getting my motorcycle in for it's first
tune-up. The odometer read 1865, and it should have been in the shop at 600.
Recently it had begun to stall on me, a sure sign that it wasn't happy, so on
Tuesday I rode it into San Diego for a tune-up. Hopefully I'll have it back on
Friday. In the meantime I'm riding my dad's BMW R1150RT. There's a world of
difference between my Suzuki Hayabusa and my dad's BMW, and I was
quick to note the sluggishness of this German-engineered beast.
It takes quite a bit more twist on the throttle to get this baby moving, and
it's not nearly as responsive to rider input on the corners. It's akin to
trying to steer a boat with no rudder. The upright seating positioning felt
very odd having come from a pure sport bike, and oddly enough my back started to
ache on my 70 mile ride back home. I was also surprised at how high this bike
sits. I'm
6' and I was tip-toeing at the stop lights. Where the road
wasn't flat and I was forced to stop on a slant my heart skipped a bit as my
feet flailed desperately seeking purchase to terra firma. Getting off the side
streets and onto the freeway it became apparent that this bike was made for
distance cruising, because at speed the vibrating thuds of the flat-twin engine smoothed out and I was able to
take in the scenery without really thinking about the bike at all (in fact I was
almost daydreaming, which is something I would never do while on my Hayabusa).
At 80 MPH the bike was rock-steady, and it was in this zone that I actually
found the 1150 to be an extremely fun ride.
...but who am I to complain? My dad was gracious enough to lend me his bike while mine is in shop (whataguy). Friday can't come soon enough. FRIDAY UPDATE: As promised the shop had my bike ready today. If you were the one on the Honda CBR-Whatever that I blew past on my way to work, here's a *wave* for ya. Stop by the Data Center if you want to check out the Hayabusa. Posted: Thu - August 11, 2005 at 06:55 PM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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