James Burleigh
Well-known member
So I'm commuting home on the freeway tonight, in the dark, on the Feejer-Baby, and man-o-man traffic is a bitch. I'm talkin' five lanes of wall-to-wall stop-and-go metal, a virtual ocean of brake lights, and little room between cars. Besides, I'm carrying a saddlebag (right side; ain't got the left replaced yet), making things even tighter.
I'm feeling a little tired and distracted, thinking about all the devastating replies I should have said earlier in the day to my colleague (instead of "Oh yeah?"), and thinking about that glass of wine I'm gonna have when I get home, and wondering whether TWN is showing signs of early Alzheimers now that he's so f**ing old--in other words, distracted, like I said. So I'm takin' it easy, cruising with traffic, hopping just a few cars at a time, moving between first and second gears, and moving between 20 and 25 MPH ["Who are you really and what have you done with Jimmy Burleigh???!!! :glare: ] Often I got to practice standing still using lots of revs and not put a foot down.
And moreover, I'm doing my hopping and standing still between the number two and three lanes, not between the usual number one and two lanes. The reason is that the fast lane on this stretch of superslab is an added lane, and it is raised several inches above the number two lane. And the edge between the lanes is nasty--all craggy and uneven, with big long holes in some places that a tire can get trapped in (you listening, RicInSac?).
Suddenly a motorcycle flies by, going up between the first and second lanes where that craggy broken pavement shit is that can upset your balance. This dude is going--I swear to God--about 60 MPH. I uttered a loud "F**K!," followed by some comment like, "You are one crazy sumbitch."
I was positive I would be picking up some bloody bits just up ahead and wheeling a bike off the road. But to my amazement, he weren't there. So then I thought, "Man, that dude must be better at this game than I thought."
That you, Fairlaner?
Jb
I'm feeling a little tired and distracted, thinking about all the devastating replies I should have said earlier in the day to my colleague (instead of "Oh yeah?"), and thinking about that glass of wine I'm gonna have when I get home, and wondering whether TWN is showing signs of early Alzheimers now that he's so f**ing old--in other words, distracted, like I said. So I'm takin' it easy, cruising with traffic, hopping just a few cars at a time, moving between first and second gears, and moving between 20 and 25 MPH ["Who are you really and what have you done with Jimmy Burleigh???!!! :glare: ] Often I got to practice standing still using lots of revs and not put a foot down.
And moreover, I'm doing my hopping and standing still between the number two and three lanes, not between the usual number one and two lanes. The reason is that the fast lane on this stretch of superslab is an added lane, and it is raised several inches above the number two lane. And the edge between the lanes is nasty--all craggy and uneven, with big long holes in some places that a tire can get trapped in (you listening, RicInSac?).
Suddenly a motorcycle flies by, going up between the first and second lanes where that craggy broken pavement shit is that can upset your balance. This dude is going--I swear to God--about 60 MPH. I uttered a loud "F**K!," followed by some comment like, "You are one crazy sumbitch."
I was positive I would be picking up some bloody bits just up ahead and wheeling a bike off the road. But to my amazement, he weren't there. So then I thought, "Man, that dude must be better at this game than I thought."
That you, Fairlaner?
Jb
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