A bit of gear for you! TPMS, TIRE PRESSURE MONITORING SYSTEMS - MOTORCYCLE, CAN-AM, QUAD, BiCYCLE
Very cool. I like it.
RSD.
A bit of gear for you! TPMS, TIRE PRESSURE MONITORING SYSTEMS - MOTORCYCLE, CAN-AM, QUAD, BiCYCLE
Rode better today...guess why.???
Rear tire pressure 22 PSI front tire 24 PSI.
...and giving Rubb a hard time start's now....
RSD.
I've been trying to ride as much as I can these days of late for various reasons. Sometimes when I go out I scare the krap outa myself like twenty times in a 1 hour ride. Am I riding past my skill level(which is low compared to the general poplulace on the org) or have I just lost "my touch". Not to worry ladies,still have my touch where it count...the bedroom.
I'll go into a corner on a ride I know well and hit it hard and come out the otherside thinking...Wow,I made it. I actually survived that. It was ugly,I grab throttle when I shouldn't have,I grabbed tons of brakes when I shouldn't have.
I have never really been a Smoooth rider. Throttle.Brakes.Throttle.Brakes. But now I seem worse.Way worse.
When I get home I often feel like I have cheated death again.
I think I am riding scared,if that makes sense.:cookoo:
RSD.
Haven't read all the reply's to this OP, but am sure many have let you have it about continuing this type of riding.
Been on 2 for over 40 yrs and logged many of those on the mean streets of LA.
Every time I swing a leg over, I absolutely know it could be my last whether by my own demise or the actions of others.
When I feel even the least bit of doubt or not feeling well, I either exercise a different route or mode of riding or just trash the ride altogether.
One thing the track taught me was, "if you can't see the exit, don't make the entrance!".
This applies to most of my riding and I use it on the unfamiliar rides.
I have never experienced "Scared" riding, but I do know what you are talking about at certain points in a curve or a traffic moment.
I know that I will be more than cautious for the next few years as I get back on the Busa, but respecting the ride will prove to be paramount in my get back.
I really shouldn't even be on this earth after my accident, but I refuse to bend to being scared to live life when I only have very few years left to live.
Ride safe!
Bubba
Well now that we all spilled some really good philosophy, all to find out RSD didn't put air in his tires , I will add some garbage to the heap! I look at riding on the streets as a puzzle. It's fun to track all of the people around you. To look at the subtle clues they give about their intentions, their posture as a driver, etc. When I get to the back roads that "puzzle" turns to noting movement off to the side of my vision and analyzing where it will intersect me. Is it an animal or a car? Smelling the air and smelling grass so I slow down in a corner before running up on a guy cutting grass. Smelling the burned diesel of a farm vehicle around a blind corner. Or noting hawks circling up ahead or even smelling rotting flesh of road kill. Then there is the constant vigilance of the road surface for rocks, sand or gravel. This puzzle is as fun to "solve" to the sport touring rider as a crossword puzzle is to a wordsmith. My off days is when I can't get my mind clear enough to just focus on those things and my lines and throttle/braking. That's when O resort back to my practice exercises in a local parking lot.
Well now that we all spilled some really good philosophy, all to find out RSD didn't put air in his tires , I will add some garbage to the heap! I look at riding on the streets as a puzzle. It's fun to track all of the people around you. To look at the subtle clues they give about their intentions, their posture as a driver, etc. When I get to the back roads that "puzzle" turns to noting movement off to the side of my vision and analyzing where it will intersect me. Is it an animal or a car? Smelling the air and smelling grass so I slow down in a corner before running up on a guy cutting grass. Smelling the burned diesel of a farm vehicle around a blind corner. Or noting hawks circling up ahead or even smelling rotting flesh of road kill. Then there is the constant vigilance of the road surface for rocks, sand or gravel. This puzzle is as fun to "solve" to the sport touring rider as a crossword puzzle is to a wordsmith. My off days is when I can't get my mind clear enough to just focus on those things and my lines and throttle/braking. That's when O resort back to my practice exercises in a local parking lot.
He almost got to
" see Elizabeth "
( see what I did there ! )