I\'M PISSED.

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If you've got a cell phone (good to have for bike riders) you could go ahead and take off. You guys could check in with each other periodically to see if his bike problems are fixed in hopes of meeting up later. Just a suggestion.
 
Yep I know how you feel Pete I was left sitting here the other day and left 2 hours late because my mate was out shopping with the missus.Wouldn't have minded if he had let me know that he wouldn't be able to make it ,but just turned up late and with no apology.Guess what now I just say leaving at what ever time and do just that.As far as breakdown goes well even new bikes pack up from time to time.Also I see you list interest as planes do you fly?Interested as I do private twin rating with night vfr,endorsed in 9 aircraft including taildragger.....is an adrenalin rush hey ????
 
Thanks for all your consolations and...hey, howcum you guys are so wise and fatherly?

But you're right. Gotta be patient.

My buddy arrived 2 hours late, 7 hours ago. We just this minute finished 490 kilometres (that's about 300 miles for youze Yanks) of really fast, traffic free, twisty riding. The bright side is that, because he was late, the citizens were out of their cages and locked into their barbecues, so we could go like crap.

I saw 340 (that's kilometres) on my speedo for the first time today. Wasn't trying to go straight line fast...I just looked down on a long straight on my favourite twisty road and there it was.

That's the road we're going to go out cranking on ASAP Malcolm. You guys remember Malcolm?

Jeesuz I was surprised how fast my buddy was able to hustle that V-Max through curves. We traded bikes for a while. The V-Max feels to me like a dirt bike. When he got off my Busa, he said "Welcome to the Twenty-First Century!" What he meant was that he was blown away. He's the first person I've let drive my Busa. While I was riding his V-Max I did my best to stay with him, but even though he's not a rice rocket pilot, he killed my ass.

Which is as it should be.

Dang that Busa looks great from behind pouring through a 120 mph curve in the woods!

BOSS: Yes I fly. But I'm not in your league. Just a VFR single engine licence. I fly rented whatevers, but I prefer low wing Cherokees. 500 hours. I just like low wings...my Dad flew Spits in WWII. Ace.



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Sitting here at a computer on Saturday morning at 11:30 A.M. on a perfect 85 degree sun and cloud day waiting for a planned 300 mile twisties ride to happen with one of my best old buddies who rides a V-Max with serious suspension mods.

This ride was supposed to start 2 hours ago!!

Why am I here? He says he'll be here in an hour, but he's in the hands of a bike shop on Saturday!

Why? Because on his way out to my place his bike went onto three cylinders and now he's sitting in the shop while they try to figure it.

How much of this day should I let slip by while he bobos with old technology and poor preparation?

I'm at my house screwing with lawn sprinklers while I could be teaching bugs not to cross the road without pointing.

At what point do you cut off friends who are on old technology or, perhaps more pointedly, who don't keep their friggin' bikes roadworthy?

In the sixties, we used to impose nasty penalties on guys who weren't ready for pre-planned club rides.

Like fines every time you do it and getting thrown out of the club if you do it three times in one year.

QUESTION: You're riding a bike that's ready to scoot. How often do you get your plans messed my guys with not-so-ready bikes?

How much mercy for mechanical crapouts?

I say maintain them when you're not riding so you can ride them when you're not maintaining.

I'm pissed.



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Wow - Battle of Britain! Sure would like to hear about that some time.
 
I'd give you Dad's e-mail, but I think he'd be weirded out to have 50 elderly motorcycle speedfreaks calling him about his opinion on Rolls-Royce Griffins vs. Merlins. Mark IIs vs Mark Xs, etc.

I'm pretty proud of the old fart.

Battle of Britain, yes. Two tours of combat, plus pre-war flying instuctor on Harvards at Aylmer, Ontario.

Did you know that when you land a Spitfire, the V12 nose is so high in the air that you can't look forward, you have to judge touch down looking out the side. And that's not all. On zero throttle at touchdown, the big V12s spat black smoke all over the cockpit.

And this happened like, every landing.
 
Dirty Pete, look at the positive side, maybe karma stepped in and decided that today was not your best day to ride..at least your here with us posting your complaint and that ain't too bad.............and nothing happened to you or your bike...........and what are friends for any way?...........some day your friends will wait for you for whatever reason and you'll be glad they did.........
 
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