aerostich vs. corbin? nklr

[Rev.Chuck]

Yesterday, riding home, splitting lanes as I normally do, I happened upon a situation I will present to you for your comment. I will split lanes and come to rest with my front wheel at the limit line. Yesterday I did just that. As I was waiting to bolt across the intersection, a bump came from behind on the back tire, not a steel twisting, bone crunching ordeal, but the kind of bump you would get from a soccer player shooting for the goal. I looked in the mirror and placed squarely behind me was a Levi vested, Nazi helmeted pilot of a HD Fat Boy with a collection of chrome lights lined up across the front of the bike looking like a parade of metallic turtles. I pulled deeply into the crosswalk and motioned to my right to allow my brother biker to pull ahead of the car on our right, so s not to tangle with side mirrors on the green-light launch. Again, Nazi-Fat Boy smacks my back tire with his white walled balloon front roller. I said to myself Self, what is he wanting? Does he have brake problems? Maybe a little short on the eye sight? Light turns green, I slingshot myself across the intersection and ease over to the lane that is NOT disappearing and merging into one. To my surprise Nazi-Fat Boy has the hog at full steam, wanting to go around me in the now single lane with double solid lines to my left (a no passing zone here). I open the KLR up and strike third with a wheel lift. Moving slowly away from the road funnel and the parading turtles. The lanes once again open to two in my direction. By now we are approaching the next traffic light with a string of cars, 80 MPH, Nazi-Fat Boy at my 7 o clock position. I am getting within the KLR-brake red zone from the cars now sitting in formation ahead. I perform a wanna-be-stoppie-rear-brake-near-lock-up maneuver; guide the now 10 MPH KLR between the strings of stopped traffic and glance in the mirror. Nazi-Fat Boy is smoking the locked-up rear balloon in the frozen position, not even daring to split at speed. My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing skill set of others on the road? Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? == Rev. Chuck :^)>+ A13 http://KLR650.WWW.50Megs.Com/ http://DualSports.OnWeb.CX/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________

[Bogdan Swider]

> My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: > > Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? > > I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing > skill set of others on the road? > > Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the > lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? > > == > Rev. Chuck > > :^)>+ >

Rev, the answer to all of the above is God only knows. In those situations one does what you did. Use your instincts. Bogdan

[Dale_Johnson@ahm.honda.com]

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> My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: > Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general?

NO, not me anyway.. I would have done the same thing, the way he bumped your tire.. You didn't know what he was going to do.

> I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the

missing skill set of others on the road? Again I say NO.. He was the squid..

> Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the

lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? Yes.. Good job Rev Dale Johnson Y2K KLR w/26300 miles

[Rev.Chuck]

>> My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: >> >> Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? >> >> I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing >> skill set of others on the road? >> >> Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the >> lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? >> >> == >> Rev. Chuck >> >> :^)>+ >> > Rev, the answer to all of the above is God only knows. In those >situations one does what you did. Use your instincts. Bogdan

Hence survive. == Rev. Chuck :^)>+ A13 http://KLR650.WWW.50Megs.Com/ http://DualSports.OnWeb.CX/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________

[Rev.Chuck]

obviously bias - :^) --- "MacKarness, Laurie (OTS-SAC)"

> wrote: >What an article. This is pure art. It should be in a magazine! > >-----Original Message----- >From: Rev.Chuck [mailto:Rev.Chuck@...] >Sent: Friday, March 30, 2001 9:47 AM >To: KORG >Subject: Long NKLR - Ego, Id or bad brakes? > > >Yesterday, riding home, splitting lanes as I normally do, I happened upon a...

== Rev. Chuck :^)>+ A13 http://KLR650.WWW.50Megs.Com/ http://DualSports.OnWeb.CX/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________

[Claes Borovac]

I am from Sweden and we have Russia not too far away. During the cold war, russian fighter pilots would lock their radar on swedish fighter craft over international "air". One time the swedish pilot decided to dive straight down towards the sea. The russkie followed, the swedish pilot got as close to the water as he could and then pulled up. He basically knew that his plane had a tighter "pulling up" radius than the russian plane had, actually, still today, the only planes that can compete with the Viggen in that respect is the F16 and the Swedish JAS. The result was that the russian plane, and pilot, crashed in the sea. Pilot dead. Caused severe diplomatical conflict between Sweden and Russia. But it felt f*****g good that they got what they deserved. In my view, you did the right thing. You were not starting anything, he was. Claes, a swede in Dublin. -----Original Message----- From: Rev.Chuck [mailto:Rev.Chuck@...] Sent: 30 March 2001 18:47 To: KORG Subject: [DSN_klr650] Long NKLR - Ego, Id or bad brakes? Yesterday, riding home, splitting lanes as I normally do, I happened upon a situation I will present to you for your comment. I will split lanes and come to rest with my front wheel at the limit line. Yesterday I did just that. As I was waiting to bolt across the intersection, a bump came from behind on the back tire, not a steel twisting, bone crunching ordeal, but the kind of bump you would get from a soccer player shooting for the goal. I looked in the mirror and placed squarely behind me was a Levi vested, Nazi helmeted pilot of a HD Fat Boy with a collection of chrome lights lined up across the front of the bike looking like a parade of metallic turtles. I pulled deeply into the crosswalk and motioned to my right to allow my brother biker to pull ahead of the car on our right, so's not to tangle with side mirrors on the green-light launch. Again, Nazi-Fat Boy smacks my back tire with his white walled balloon front roller. I said to myself "Self, what is he wanting? Does he have brake problems? Maybe a little short on the eye sight?" Light turns green, I slingshot myself across the intersection and ease over to the lane that is NOT disappearing and merging into one. To my surprise Nazi-Fat Boy has the hog at full steam, wanting to go around me in the now single lane with double solid lines to my left (a no passing zone here). I open the KLR up and strike third with a wheel lift. Moving slowly away from the road funnel and the parading turtles. The lanes once again open to two in my direction. By now we are approaching the next traffic light with a string of cars, 80 MPH, Nazi-Fat Boy at my 7 o'clock position. I am getting within the KLR-brake red zone from the cars now sitting in formation ahead. I perform a "wanna-be-stoppie-rear-brake-near-lock-up" maneuver; guide the now 10 MPH KLR between the strings of stopped traffic and glance in the mirror. Nazi-Fat Boy is smoking the locked-up rear balloon in the frozen position, not even daring to split at speed. My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing skill set of others on the road? Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? == Rev. Chuck :^)>+ A13 http://KLR650.WWW.50Megs.Com/ http://DualSports.OnWeb.CX/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________ Visit the KLR650 archives at http://www.listquest.com/lq/search.html?ln=klr650 Support Dual Sport News... dsneditor@... Let's keep this list SPAM free! Visit our site at http://www.egroups.com/group/DSN_klr650 To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: DSN_klr650-unsubscribe@egroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/

[monahanwb@yahoo.com]

--- In DSN_klr650@y..., Rev.Chuck wrote: ? > Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? These guys are dorks. I love ditching them on the KLR, but it sure isn't very hard. No challenge. Couple of weeks ago one of the new gaudy orange and black Screamin Eagle things with the saddlebags ($24,000) thought he was going to smoke me at a stoplight. He didn't think it for very long. You have got to give these idiots the credit they deserve, for thinking they are on a fast bike to begin with. I've also outrun Harleys over the long passes in Eastern Oregon during Sturgis week. One was blowing so much oil I had to go around him, it was getting all over my faceshield. I am having new stickers made up...."Loud Pipes Make Noise".

[Debbie Barry]

Sounds familiar, one night I was giving a buddy a ride home from school at around 1am (he was a DJ) and we had this clown riding our ass at about 80 MPH, I pulled into the breakdown lame and slowed down, he stayed right on my ass, then I said screw it and ran the car up to about 110 MPH and he fell back a little but then got right up on my ass again. This went on for about 10 miles, unfortunately for him the highway was ending soon and at the end it does a 270 degree loop to join another highway, I downshifted the car and slowed to about 80 again and he was still right up my ass, then apparently he was fixated on my rear bumper because he must not have noticed the turn, I ripped around the turn at 80 and watched the show in the rearview as he used the gaurdrail to guide him around the turn, spark flying everywhere! My buddy couldn't stop laughing the rest of the ride to Boston, he got what he deserved. John Barry 01 KLR650 81 R100S

----- Original Message ----- From: "Rev.Chuck" To: "KORG" DSN_klr650@yahoogroups.com> Sent: Friday, March 30, 2001 12:46 PM Subject: [DSN_klr650] Long NKLR - Ego, Id or bad brakes? Yesterday, riding home, splitting lanes as I normally do, I happened upon a situation I will present to you for your comment. I will split lanes and come to rest with my front wheel at the limit line. Yesterday I did just that. As I was waiting to bolt across the intersection, a bump came from behind on the back tire, not a steel twisting, bone crunching ordeal, but the kind of bump you would get from a soccer player shooting for the goal. I looked in the mirror and placed squarely behind me was a Levi vested, Nazi helmeted pilot of a HD Fat Boy with a collection of chrome lights lined up across the front of the bike looking like a parade of metallic turtles. I pulled deeply into the crosswalk and motioned to my right to allow my brother biker to pull ahead of the car on our right, so s not to tangle with side mirrors on the green-light launch. Again, Nazi-Fat Boy smacks my back tire with his white walled balloon front roller. I said to myself Self, what is he wanting? Does he have brake problems? Maybe a little short on the eye sight? Light turns green, I slingshot myself across the intersection and ease over to the lane that is NOT disappearing and merging into one. To my surprise Nazi-Fat Boy has the hog at full steam, wanting to go around me in the now single lane with double solid lines to my left (a no passing zone here). I open the KLR up and strike third with a wheel lift. Moving slowly away from the road funnel and the parading turtles. The lanes once again open to two in my direction. By now we are approaching the next traffic light with a string of cars, 80 MPH, Nazi-Fat Boy at my 7 o clock position. I am getting within the KLR-brake red zone from the cars now sitting in formation ahead. I perform a wanna-be-stoppie-rear-brake-near-lock-up maneuver; guide the now 10 MPH KLR between the strings of stopped traffic and glance in the mirror. Nazi-Fat Boy is smoking the locked-up rear balloon in the frozen position, not even daring to split at speed. My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing skill set of others on the road? Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling? == Rev. Chuck :^)>+ A13 http://KLR650.WWW.50Megs.Com/ http://DualSports.OnWeb.CX/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________ Visit the KLR650 archives at http://www.listquest.com/lq/search.html?ln=klr650 Support Dual Sport News... dsneditor@... Let's keep this list SPAM free! Visit our site at http://www.egroups.com/group/DSN_klr650 To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: DSN_klr650-unsubscribe@egroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/

[fireball@heaslet.com]

You did well, my son. Really. Jennifer would have been proud. Fireball

[Dan Oaks]

"Rev.Chuck" wrote:

> > > My query I pose to you with the above knowledge: > Did I do wrong by the basic code of this group or riders in general? > I could have caused an accident, but am I responsible for the missing skill set of others on the road? > Or did the Id of that rider, with the Nazi-Fat Boy extension of the lackluster ego and parading chrome turtles, need humbling?

That was no hemlet . . . it was his skull, and he was engaging in foreplay! -- bierdo