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bottom line. bikes usually > cars. nothing new. get over yourself ninja, and then go get a real bike, not that **** you got now
Here is a question for everyone...which surface has had more ***** bounced off of it..the basketball court at Madison Square Garden, or ninja 900's chin?
I think its the latter.
Last edited by Whisper; Oct 4, 2005 at 07:52 PM.
I know from the majority of crotch rocket riders that they're dicks &only bought 10sec bikes cos they CAN'T afford a fast car & think they own the f*kin road!yeah i'll race bikes now & then so wot most don't even hav their engine size printed on the side of their bike or you can't c it!it's ok one day some poor sod'll be scrapin this morons **** off the road
I know from the majority of crotch rocket riders that they're dicks &only bought 10sec bikes cos they CAN'T afford a fast car & think they own the f*kin road!yeah i'll race bikes now & then so wot most don't even hav their engine size printed on the side of their bike or you can't c it!it's ok one day some poor sod'll be scrapin this morons **** off the road
Hahahahaha wow
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Saw this one back home about 14 years ago. CBR600 F2 (that was all the rage back then) buzzing around town like he owned the damn streets. The rider was a Senior in Highschool and year older than me. Town was full of every type of country hick and redneck good ol' boy you can imagine. This guy would buzz everyone. Even the mudders and off roaders. Total trash talking, wheelie popping, danger to others, idiot.
Yeah, his bike would outrun all the local rides with the exception of a handful of heavy modded cars owned by people that had better things to do (re: too old and too many responsibilities) than cruise town on a Saturday night.
Local 5.0 cowboy with a penchant for racing got tired of everyone talking about how fast this moron was. Catches CBR at the parking lot and sets up a run with about 50 people standing around watching. He kept quiet about the time and place of the meet but the CBR was running his mouth, confident in taking down this minor-local legend.
5.0 was out of highschool by 4 years, had a fast car, fast girl, and his own place (single wide with a shop out back....yehaa). '89 LX hatch with the anniversary stripes. 10 hole wheels, full exhaust, gears, intake, cam, rockers, etc... Judging by what I saw him do, at times, this was a low-mid 13 sec car on street tires. The fantasy of many highschool boys. This was a cool ride.
Three or four of us knew where 5.0 liked to race. We were determined to see this. But why challenge this idiot on a bike? Just to do it and lose? Then he really would be buzzing people around town. Did he have nitrous or a blower? Rumors had been running around about a built stroker motor and nitrous but we hadn't seen him absent for a significant amount of time and the car still sounded like Flowmasters.
We wait for him to leave and then move to a different lot where we can make sure we see him pass on the way out into the country. There was no need. CBR comes by on his back tire leading a parade of onlookers. Honda Preludes, big block Ford trucks, lifted chevys, lowered nissans, escort wagons....pretty much every car that a parent would buy or help their teenage child get. Most of my high school parking lot and our county rivals cruisers that happened to be in town that night.
A lot of cars on a small, dark, country road. We follow to exactly where we thought they would be headding. Everyone is on the side of the road, radios blarring headlights on, CBs howling, begging for Highway Patrol to bust us. We roll past the starting line (CBR had finally stopped cutting up and stopped near this gravel road) and pulled as far off as possible by ourselves, with a clear view of the start. They would pass us at 50 yds into the run. Giving us the best possible view of the 5.0's death before even reaching us. Stretch of road was dark and about 3/4 of a mile with only mild dips and hills.
5.0 shows up about 10 minutes after we arrived. He rolls through the crowd of people, moves to the left lane and pulls next to CBR. We see his head lean toward the middle of his car as he yells something out the passenger window. CBR starts up and revs. Then nods. Revs some more. 5.0 turns off his head lights but leaves his markers on. 5.0 brings his revs up. We watch, in ancticipation of our heroes imminant doom. 5.0 launches hard on his street tires. The slightly loose pavement is kicking up on the folks behind him and the bike. The bike reacts slowly so as not to wheelie. CBR is at the rear 1/4 panel and moving quickly forward. We watch as 5.0, appearing to drift due to his rear traction problems, eases over into the right lane forcing CBR closer to the ditch. CBR lets out and touches off the side of the car before sliding to a near stop in the ditch and then falling over.
CBR rider was okay, but a hell of a lot quieter after that. His bike had some nice scratches and mud. He had to ride it by everyone on his way home. 5.0 was never viewed the same. Ruthless but respected. We didn't want to hang out with him any more though. The touch off of the bike and car was good for a couple of hundred dollars damage. Lesson many people learned that night. 5.0 is a dirty racer and cheater. Lesson I learned, some people will do anything to win. Buying a bike to race cars and feel like a big shot, damaging your own car to humiliate someone, stripping our car down to reduce weight and dropping in a race engine, anythin. Don't put yourself at a disadvantage unless you're willing to accept the consequences.
Steer hard, don't let off until the bike disappers, and lower your insurance deductible.
As far as the bike comment goes, I race plenty of bikes. I know a lot of the people who ride in the area and many of them are well aware of what I have so they do not race. Sometimes just for ***** and giggles, but nothing serious. Every now and again I meet someone new and smoke them, but not very often. I am friends with most everyone who rides and we just do not race much. At the track I race a lot of them, but nothing any good.






