grandkodiak
07-20-2008, 05:57 PM
I've loved my trans am to death forever now it seems... but ive grown more and more attached to my 96 bmw r850r. by no means a sport bike, its awesome to throw around the curves and cruise around in absolute comfort.
my rule has been the speed limit and nothin more, dont ride to often, never on a highway before... use it for pleasure and a summer gas saver (might as well be solar powered compared to my trans)... but last night i took it on 18 for the first time... i was nervous about going so fast without a windshield...55 is the fastest ive been without it, and its kinda brutal... but i was goin to meet a girl ive been crazt about for awhile now so nothin was gunna stop me if it was gunna be uncomfortable or whatever.
trip up there almost no traffic, i was feeling out how 65 then 70 then finally cruisin along at 75 felt. even the bumps and crud thats on 18 that i usually feel like a land mine in my car really didnt effect me at all... i was getting pretty comfy, i guess the bike is just light enough to glide over most stuff that i thought would be quite umcomfy to hit.
skip forward a bit, nights over, time to head on home. traffic again is empty, and once ive done something, i have no fear about doing it again. it was a breeze, and i found myself playing around more and more to feel out the new speeds. nearly full moon, highways empty, the roads clean and i havent seen a cop all night.
time to experiment.
i lean forward onto the wind, and crack open the throttle in 5th. i dont have a tach and its a sportster designed for city or rural areas so its only a 5 speed. i dont know where the redline is, but its been low in the rpms even at 75mph.
before i know it im laying on the wind... litterally. for those of you who dont own a motorcycle, i have to say the feeling is magic. the air is literally pushing back on you so hard, that you can lean on it and LAY on the WIND. it holds you up ever so gently howling in your ear, as i relized i was slowly slipping towards triple digits.... and i wasnt scared at all. if i didnt look at the white lines passing by me faster then the 1's and 0's on a windows fatal error crash screen, or at the speedo moving faster then it ever has at such speed in my 400+rwhp trans, i wouldnt have been able to tell you if i was doing 50 or 110.
leaning into the swooping turns still in my lane, i relized that i had now gone all the way down laying on my tank filling in my head my roll as a motogp racer on the final lap towards victory. not a car in sight when i see taillights ahead in the right lane.... they approach and dissapear in my blurred mirrors like a red shooting star in the sky.... well into the 120+ range my speedo is already maxxed out and its as comfy as taking a stroll through the park.
i live it up a few more miles... it feels like forever and at the same time like an instant... i slow it back... my exits comming up and i roll back to the mid 80's... finally making it back off the ramp back towards home.
ill never forget the feeling... and i think its officially time to hang up the trans am... fix it up enough to sell a year or so down the line, and invest all my time into the two wheel heaven that is motorcycling. this is the last summer i will own a sporster too... i crave the 200 mark that even my trans cannot touch.
the point of this post.... GET A ****ING MOTORCYCLE OMG.
thats it.
my rule has been the speed limit and nothin more, dont ride to often, never on a highway before... use it for pleasure and a summer gas saver (might as well be solar powered compared to my trans)... but last night i took it on 18 for the first time... i was nervous about going so fast without a windshield...55 is the fastest ive been without it, and its kinda brutal... but i was goin to meet a girl ive been crazt about for awhile now so nothin was gunna stop me if it was gunna be uncomfortable or whatever.
trip up there almost no traffic, i was feeling out how 65 then 70 then finally cruisin along at 75 felt. even the bumps and crud thats on 18 that i usually feel like a land mine in my car really didnt effect me at all... i was getting pretty comfy, i guess the bike is just light enough to glide over most stuff that i thought would be quite umcomfy to hit.
skip forward a bit, nights over, time to head on home. traffic again is empty, and once ive done something, i have no fear about doing it again. it was a breeze, and i found myself playing around more and more to feel out the new speeds. nearly full moon, highways empty, the roads clean and i havent seen a cop all night.
time to experiment.
i lean forward onto the wind, and crack open the throttle in 5th. i dont have a tach and its a sportster designed for city or rural areas so its only a 5 speed. i dont know where the redline is, but its been low in the rpms even at 75mph.
before i know it im laying on the wind... litterally. for those of you who dont own a motorcycle, i have to say the feeling is magic. the air is literally pushing back on you so hard, that you can lean on it and LAY on the WIND. it holds you up ever so gently howling in your ear, as i relized i was slowly slipping towards triple digits.... and i wasnt scared at all. if i didnt look at the white lines passing by me faster then the 1's and 0's on a windows fatal error crash screen, or at the speedo moving faster then it ever has at such speed in my 400+rwhp trans, i wouldnt have been able to tell you if i was doing 50 or 110.
leaning into the swooping turns still in my lane, i relized that i had now gone all the way down laying on my tank filling in my head my roll as a motogp racer on the final lap towards victory. not a car in sight when i see taillights ahead in the right lane.... they approach and dissapear in my blurred mirrors like a red shooting star in the sky.... well into the 120+ range my speedo is already maxxed out and its as comfy as taking a stroll through the park.
i live it up a few more miles... it feels like forever and at the same time like an instant... i slow it back... my exits comming up and i roll back to the mid 80's... finally making it back off the ramp back towards home.
ill never forget the feeling... and i think its officially time to hang up the trans am... fix it up enough to sell a year or so down the line, and invest all my time into the two wheel heaven that is motorcycling. this is the last summer i will own a sporster too... i crave the 200 mark that even my trans cannot touch.
the point of this post.... GET A ****ING MOTORCYCLE OMG.
thats it.