Are You A Motorbiker?
- Thread starter Celticman
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I was out biking on the weekend and it was a lucky day for someone. I was riding down a really remote small country road and came across a stranded fellow biker. He was out of gas and no cell phone to call for help. I always carry a 5L can of gas in my saddlebags. It is insurance against running out of gas and also takes away the anxiety of looking for a gas station when I am out in the boonies and running low. Dumped the gas in his tank and he was good to go.
Great idea. I bet you made his day when you pulled out that can of gas. Thanks for looking out
Thanks. My bike has a range of 240 kilometres max on a full tank, so the gas can gives me another 100 if I need it. This was the first time anyone else needed it! I can only assume in that he did not have a cell phone that he does not belong to terb!
Think about it. I am sitting astride a red hot engine the size of Honda Civic. Perched on top of this engine is the bike's gas tank and it's rear portion is nestled against my nuts. In the scenario that you describe there are many possibilities including the gas tank rupturing and spilling on to the engine. I could go on, but riding a motorbike is inherently dangerous (and a blast). If I considered all of the possibilities I would never get on it.
And the inherent danger is so much of what makes it a blast.
Took a refresher course this weekend as I've never had my M license in Canada. I momentarily forgot that motorcycles don't like to do two things at once. Got to practice my tuck and roll over gravel because I attempted to decelerate and corner at the same time...Whoooops! Glad it was a beat-up training bike I dropped. Also glad I was wearing proper riding gear. Saving the skin on bike moments for an upcoming photo shoot in Yellowstone park. I never cease to be amazed by how erotic it is to be nude in nature, completely exposed to nature and it's elements, the breeze blowing in all the right places becomes a reminder of warm breath on my skin...
I digress! There truly is a connection between riding and eroticism though, isn't there?
My first street bike back in '78 was a GT500 2-stroker! Peppy little bike - I bounced it off the front fender of a semi on the 401 (long story). Bike was still rideable - took me a few months before I was back on it though!
