Kawasaki Concours Forum
Mish mash => Open Forum => Topic started by: stevewfl on December 02, 2013, 10:47:55 AM
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I'm meeting a bunch of folks at the Tampa event tonight
http://youtu.be/AxGNI4jpzL4 (http://youtu.be/AxGNI4jpzL4)
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Peter Jones, Cycle World, September 2007
I love old bikes for what they were and new bikes for what they are. I love the romance of kick starts and the convenience of starter buttons. I love bikes with more power than I sometimes have the discretion to use properly. I love passing cars where no car can pass. I love how motorcycles keep getting quicker, if not faster. I love the feeling of freedom and power the bike gives me.
I love the responsibility of riding smartly. I love being alone on a motorcycle. I love riding in groups. I love how motorcycles make me feel like the hero I’m not. I love that riding a motorcycle means I might be half as cool as Steve McQueen.
I love that motorcycles are confusing to non-bikers. I love how being a biker is to be a member of a special club. I love how bad girls are turned on by guys who ride bikes. I love how good girls are turned on by guys who ride bikes.
I love how a motorcycle is the cheapest way to go racing–road racing, drag racing, dirt racing, and all racing. I love choppers. I love sportbikes. I love riding down a long road to nowhere. I love riding too fast down curvy roads. I love the boom of Singles. the bellow of Twins, the In-A-Gadda-DaVida beat of Triples, the screams of Fours and Sixes…I’d love the sound of a five-cylinder if someone made one. I love complex valvetrains. I love fully adjustable upside-down forks. I love modifying a perfectly good bike into a beastly machine that’s a pain to ride.
I love putting on my leathers. I love hanging out in leathers, but only if I have a bike nearby. I love girls who ride…in leathers. I love attending roadracing events. I love the sound of a bike taken to redline in every single gear. I love the thrill. the look, the art, the feel, the smell, the taste, the sensual adventure of motorcycles.
I love wide tires. I love spoked rims. I love magnesium wheels. I love being able to pick up an engine with my own two arms that can take me to speeds more than twice any legal limit. I love doing stoppies. I love dragging my knees through turns. I love two-fingered braking even more. I love my memories of the Syracuse Mile. I love the hints of crazy hope that emanated from Jimmy Adamo every time he threw his leg over a Ducati. I love the stunning artistic beauty of the 1974 Laverda 750 SFC.
I love 70-year old bikers who ride like there’s no tomorrow. I love watching the road fly by just below my feet. I love standing on the pegs and seeing the front tire go ’round. I love riding a bike as fast as it will possibly go. I love going 140 mph for three minutes straight (that’s 6.99 miles). I love riding with no particular place to go. I love that being a biker means something, even if I don’t always like what it means to some. I love how bikes have connected me with people acoss the country and worldwide. I love hanging out at motorcycle nights. I love the foolish hell of Daytona Bike Week. I love saying aloud the mysteriously promising names GiaCaMoto, Yoshimura, Yoshima, Dunstall and Ferracci.
I love clip-ons and rearsets. I love loud pipes. I love tight racing gloves. I love wearing black leather. I love wearing leather of loud colors. I love going 175 mph with only the dyed skin of a dead cow between me and planet Earth. I love riding bikes and writing about them. I love hanging in the streets of L.A. with other bikers. I love riding the mountains of North Carolina. I love walking through seas of parked bikes. I love motorcycling’s brave history. I love taking girls for rides. I love how children stare in wonder at motorcycles. I love riding in any mountains. I love riding across the desert. I love splitting lanes in California. I love washing and polishing my own motorcycle. I love visiting bike shops in whatever state or country I’m in. I love doing that for no special reason at all. I love dragging the pegs and bags of cruisers. I love customizing bikes. I love admiring someone else’s customized bike. I love lightweight 600 cc sportbikes. I love heavy sportbikes with insanely excessive power–I love those very much, thank you. I love riding around the Grattan racecourse outside Grand Rapids, Michigan. I love the streets of Willow.
I love holding modern, thin, lightweight. chemically coated pistons in my hand.I love the chatter of flatslides. I love the rattle of a dry clutch. I love the intake honk of big bikes. I love the crisp rasp of an open exhaust. I love the beastly booming brutish bellow of a big Vee’s low-end torque. I love the risks of riding. I love 90-degree Twins. I also love 45- and 60-degree Twins. I even love parallel Twins. I guess I love Twins. I love old GSX-Rs. I love the feeling of anticipation while rolling a motorcycle out of the garage on a cool morning.. I love the smell of burning two-stroke oil any time of day. I love the conspicuous mechanics of motorcycles. I love the stance of a bike resting on a rear stand. I love the insane hubris of the Isle of Man. I love riding ratty old bike that remind me of my original thrill of motorcycling.I love bob-jobs. I love re-reading old motorcycling magazines. I love collecting stickers from aftermarket companies.
I love how motorcycling makes travel intimate. I love how a bike gives me an immediate feel of subtle changes in temperature. I love wearing full-face helmets, because I’ve used every inch of the exterior of them at one time or another. I love how, on a bike, each of my limbs has controls of its own. I love right-side-shifting bikes. I love riding for days on end. I love hiding under a bridge during a thunderstorm. I love how riding clears my head. I love bike clubs. I love motorcycle movies. I love parking on a mountain summit and staring at my bike’s engine. I love machine-billet brake calipers. I love windowed case covers. I love how a motorcycle is sometimes a preposterous “deus ex machina”. I love the echo of a drive chain on tight left-hand curves. I love the technological efficiency of modern sportbikes. I love the simplicity of old naked bikes. I love the imposing nastiness of rat bikes. I love the mystery, romance and sexa appeal of motorcycles. I love how bikes make me dream. I love how bikes make me who I am. I love how a motorcycle is never just a motorcycle. I love motorcycles.
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Lovely , good read , thanks
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A dozen or more from Minnesota saw the movie last night. I had my son with me, who also rides, a great experience to share. Riders and their family/friends should go see it.
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Looks like it's showing this Sunday 12/8, at Carmike 10 in Midlothian VA at 2:00. I may have to run down there.
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Supposed to be available on Amazon tomorrow...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b)
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Supposed to be available on Amazon tomorrow...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b)
Thanks for the heads-up!
Watched the movie last nite w/ a bunch of rider friends ( COG & others).... What a great movie! :finger_fing11:
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First I've heard of this..
Is this movie currently at the Theaters?
Ride safe, Ted
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The closest theatre showing it is 2 hours away. I guess I will wait for the DVD to come out.
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After I saw the Trailer,,,, I looked and the showing in Houston was sold out,,, so,,,,, I ordered 1 from Amazon today. ($28)
Update: Got a note from amazon today. Video is supposed to be delivered next week... ;D
Ride safe, Ted
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Peter Jones, Cycle World, September 2007
I love old bikes for what they were and new bikes for what they are. I love the romance of kick starts and the convenience of starter buttons. I love bikes with more power than I sometimes have the discretion to use properly. I love passing cars where no car can pass. I love how motorcycles keep getting quicker, if not faster. I love the feeling of freedom and power the bike gives me.
I love the responsibility of riding smartly. I love being alone on a motorcycle. I love riding in groups. I love how motorcycles make me feel like the hero I’m not. I love that riding a motorcycle means I might be half as cool as Steve McQueen.
I love that motorcycles are confusing to non-bikers. I love how being a biker is to be a member of a special club. I love how bad girls are turned on by guys who ride bikes. I love how good girls are turned on by guys who ride bikes.
I love how a motorcycle is the cheapest way to go racing–road racing, drag racing, dirt racing, and all racing. I love choppers. I love sportbikes. I love riding down a long road to nowhere. I love riding too fast down curvy roads. I love the boom of Singles. the bellow of Twins, the In-A-Gadda-DaVida beat of Triples, the screams of Fours and Sixes…I’d love the sound of a five-cylinder if someone made one. I love complex valvetrains. I love fully adjustable upside-down forks. I love modifying a perfectly good bike into a beastly machine that’s a pain to ride.
I love putting on my leathers. I love hanging out in leathers, but only if I have a bike nearby. I love girls who ride…in leathers. I love attending roadracing events. I love the sound of a bike taken to redline in every single gear. I love the thrill. the look, the art, the feel, the smell, the taste, the sensual adventure of motorcycles.
I love wide tires. I love spoked rims. I love magnesium wheels. I love being able to pick up an engine with my own two arms that can take me to speeds more than twice any legal limit. I love doing stoppies. I love dragging my knees through turns. I love two-fingered braking even more. I love my memories of the Syracuse Mile. I love the hints of crazy hope that emanated from Jimmy Adamo every time he threw his leg over a Ducati. I love the stunning artistic beauty of the 1974 Laverda 750 SFC.
I love 70-year old bikers who ride like there’s no tomorrow. I love watching the road fly by just below my feet. I love standing on the pegs and seeing the front tire go ’round. I love riding a bike as fast as it will possibly go. I love going 140 mph for three minutes straight (that’s 6.99 miles). I love riding with no particular place to go. I love that being a biker means something, even if I don’t always like what it means to some. I love how bikes have connected me with people acoss the country and worldwide. I love hanging out at motorcycle nights. I love the foolish hell of Daytona Bike Week. I love saying aloud the mysteriously promising names GiaCaMoto, Yoshimura, Yoshima, Dunstall and Ferracci.
I love clip-ons and rearsets. I love loud pipes. I love tight racing gloves. I love wearing black leather. I love wearing leather of loud colors. I love going 175 mph with only the dyed skin of a dead cow between me and planet Earth. I love riding bikes and writing about them. I love hanging in the streets of L.A. with other bikers. I love riding the mountains of North Carolina. I love walking through seas of parked bikes. I love motorcycling’s brave history. I love taking girls for rides. I love how children stare in wonder at motorcycles. I love riding in any mountains. I love riding across the desert. I love splitting lanes in California. I love washing and polishing my own motorcycle. I love visiting bike shops in whatever state or country I’m in. I love doing that for no special reason at all. I love dragging the pegs and bags of cruisers. I love customizing bikes. I love admiring someone else’s customized bike. I love lightweight 600 cc sportbikes. I love heavy sportbikes with insanely excessive power–I love those very much, thank you. I love riding around the Grattan racecourse outside Grand Rapids, Michigan. I love the streets of Willow.
I love holding modern, thin, lightweight. chemically coated pistons in my hand.I love the chatter of flatslides. I love the rattle of a dry clutch. I love the intake honk of big bikes. I love the crisp rasp of an open exhaust. I love the beastly booming brutish bellow of a big Vee’s low-end torque. I love the risks of riding. I love 90-degree Twins. I also love 45- and 60-degree Twins. I even love parallel Twins. I guess I love Twins. I love old GSX-Rs. I love the feeling of anticipation while rolling a motorcycle out of the garage on a cool morning.. I love the smell of burning two-stroke oil any time of day. I love the conspicuous mechanics of motorcycles. I love the stance of a bike resting on a rear stand. I love the insane hubris of the Isle of Man. I love riding ratty old bike that remind me of my original thrill of motorcycling.I love bob-jobs. I love re-reading old motorcycling magazines. I love collecting stickers from aftermarket companies.
I love how motorcycling makes travel intimate. I love how a bike gives me an immediate feel of subtle changes in temperature. I love wearing full-face helmets, because I’ve used every inch of the exterior of them at one time or another. I love how, on a bike, each of my limbs has controls of its own. I love right-side-shifting bikes. I love riding for days on end. I love hiding under a bridge during a thunderstorm. I love how riding clears my head. I love bike clubs. I love motorcycle movies. I love parking on a mountain summit and staring at my bike’s engine. I love machine-billet brake calipers. I love windowed case covers. I love how a motorcycle is sometimes a preposterous “deus ex machina”. I love the echo of a drive chain on tight left-hand curves. I love the technological efficiency of modern sportbikes. I love the simplicity of old naked bikes. I love the imposing nastiness of rat bikes. I love the mystery, romance and sexa appeal of motorcycles. I love how bikes make me dream. I love how bikes make me who I am. I love how a motorcycle is never just a motorcycle. I love motorcycles.
Good read. Thanks.
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Supposed to be available on Amazon tomorrow...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GHYIQ18/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=31808081216&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=9094961551964949903&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_7v0l9tjzcj_b)
Thanks! It's $24 now but out of stock at the moment. I put one in my cart.
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You can get them on Ebay for the same price. Amazon is sold out.
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I received mine and attempted to watch it. (Had a wife in the room talking etc which didn't help my attention span).
Unfortunately it wasn't as good as I would have hoped and I turned it off to see it later.
To this day, I haven't watched the entire thing.
I'll bring it to the National. maybe in the correct environment,,, it will grab my attention.
Update: Finally had time to set, and watch the entire Movie. I now want to correct my last statement.
After I got into the Movie i thoroughly enjoyed it.
Ride safe, Ted
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I watched it last night. An FJR friend lent it to me. I enjoyed it.
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I watched and really enjoyed it, summed up so much of how I feel about riding. My closest friends that I have made since moving to Central Ohio, have "all" been through motorcycling. 8)
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Most of mine as well...janitor keys and all.