brembo
06-03-06, 10:48 AM
Alright, so I got a supersport motorcycle. Yay. Also scored a good set of race leathers to protect my hide when I manage to eat it.
Got up early this morning to take a spirited ride through the wondeful Great Smoky Mountain National Park. Hwy. 276 to be more exact. About 40 miles of switchbacks and sweepers that make performance enthusiasts drool. Had a grand time, riding over mountains and through misty valleys. Got all this done before 10am. On the ay back I decided to use the highways and and luck would have it, spotted a Waffle House. I was feeling a bit hungry so I stopped in to have a bacon, egg and cheese sammich.
Geared back up and began my trek home, home being 45 miles away at this point. *Grumble* *gurgle*, ooof my stomach seems to be kinda ticked off, no worries tho...I'll be fine.
20 miles from home. Every bump and jolt it causing my lower GI to spasm and threaten a blown seal. I'm in agony at the thought of the next choopy bit of asphalt. Let's just say that traffic laws were not bent, but shattered in an all out attempt to beat the unavoidable conclusion to the Waffle House NUCLEAR laxative I had eaten. I think the last 5 miles were done in less than 3 minutes and I found redline in MOST gears.
Now the part that almost made my day horrible. Race leathers don't come off quickly. The thighs and calves have expansion panels that grip tightly and when one is fighting natures relentless call ANY delay can be dreadful. I'm surprised I didn't tear the leather in my haste to remove them. Thankfully humans were blessed with adrenaline and my fight or flight instinct kicked in and I kicked the crap out of my leathers and didn't soil myself(I'm 32 and that would have been a huge hit to my self-esteem).
Great ride tho, had a wonderful time. Here are some pics of my bikes(I have three, but the trials bike is being loaned out right now)
http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/4682/bike1medium2ba.jpg
http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/3791/bike2medium1iq.jpg
Got up early this morning to take a spirited ride through the wondeful Great Smoky Mountain National Park. Hwy. 276 to be more exact. About 40 miles of switchbacks and sweepers that make performance enthusiasts drool. Had a grand time, riding over mountains and through misty valleys. Got all this done before 10am. On the ay back I decided to use the highways and and luck would have it, spotted a Waffle House. I was feeling a bit hungry so I stopped in to have a bacon, egg and cheese sammich.
Geared back up and began my trek home, home being 45 miles away at this point. *Grumble* *gurgle*, ooof my stomach seems to be kinda ticked off, no worries tho...I'll be fine.
20 miles from home. Every bump and jolt it causing my lower GI to spasm and threaten a blown seal. I'm in agony at the thought of the next choopy bit of asphalt. Let's just say that traffic laws were not bent, but shattered in an all out attempt to beat the unavoidable conclusion to the Waffle House NUCLEAR laxative I had eaten. I think the last 5 miles were done in less than 3 minutes and I found redline in MOST gears.
Now the part that almost made my day horrible. Race leathers don't come off quickly. The thighs and calves have expansion panels that grip tightly and when one is fighting natures relentless call ANY delay can be dreadful. I'm surprised I didn't tear the leather in my haste to remove them. Thankfully humans were blessed with adrenaline and my fight or flight instinct kicked in and I kicked the crap out of my leathers and didn't soil myself(I'm 32 and that would have been a huge hit to my self-esteem).
Great ride tho, had a wonderful time. Here are some pics of my bikes(I have three, but the trials bike is being loaned out right now)
http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/4682/bike1medium2ba.jpg
http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/3791/bike2medium1iq.jpg