I Love Motorbikes...
No, I really do. I took a blast on my R1 this morning to meet my brother, Scott, at the Halfway Roadhouse along the Putty Road from Windsor. He was on his way to visit from Newcastle, so I took the opportunity to ride back with him along one of the great bike roads in NSW.
Riding one of these crotch-rockets on a fast windy road is great for the mind and the soul. I once read the experience summed up perfectly, along the lines that it takes so much concentration of focus to ride one of these things quickly that your mind has no clock cycles left to worry about anything else in this world. Therefore, you come back refreshed and clear in the mind. This is complimented by the after-feeling of what I define as a weary/contented feeling. The same feeling after a day on any of my two-wheeled machines, roadbike, dirtbike or mountain bike.
Another point that became apparent on this morning's ride was that Scott, who is one of the parties involved in next years massive three month jaunt, took a different turn back to our place off the Putty Road. Because of this I waited almost half an hour for him at my normal turn off to home. Thankfully I got a call from home stating that he'd arrived, but after about fifteen minutes I started to get worried, particularly after the truck that I thought he had been stuck behind passed. The realisation was that if he had come unstuck further back, I'd most likely have to attend the accident. This leads to the fact that for our three month journey I live with the real risk of coming across my brother in a less than desirable situation. I think I could handle seeing a mate in distress and would keep my head, but if my brother was in a real serious situation, I'm not sure how I'd handle it.
Hopefully, they'll be all but minor incidents on our trip, but I think it highlights that we need to plan for any eventuality.
Riding one of these crotch-rockets on a fast windy road is great for the mind and the soul. I once read the experience summed up perfectly, along the lines that it takes so much concentration of focus to ride one of these things quickly that your mind has no clock cycles left to worry about anything else in this world. Therefore, you come back refreshed and clear in the mind. This is complimented by the after-feeling of what I define as a weary/contented feeling. The same feeling after a day on any of my two-wheeled machines, roadbike, dirtbike or mountain bike.
Another point that became apparent on this morning's ride was that Scott, who is one of the parties involved in next years massive three month jaunt, took a different turn back to our place off the Putty Road. Because of this I waited almost half an hour for him at my normal turn off to home. Thankfully I got a call from home stating that he'd arrived, but after about fifteen minutes I started to get worried, particularly after the truck that I thought he had been stuck behind passed. The realisation was that if he had come unstuck further back, I'd most likely have to attend the accident. This leads to the fact that for our three month journey I live with the real risk of coming across my brother in a less than desirable situation. I think I could handle seeing a mate in distress and would keep my head, but if my brother was in a real serious situation, I'm not sure how I'd handle it.
Hopefully, they'll be all but minor incidents on our trip, but I think it highlights that we need to plan for any eventuality.
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