Mac’s GIF caption is both pithy and accurate; one could almost hear the ka-THUNK sound effect of a door slamming here at CasaK. (Not to mention my autonomic nervous system’s ‘nadal elevator operator loudly announcing, “Going up!“)
It’s a good thing that morning coffee has already, erm, worked it’s magic…IYKWIMAITTYD. 😉
Although the amount of trans fats Americans consume has declined significantly in recent years, the FDA’s quest to completely eliminate a particular type of trans fat threatens to eliminate the noble “sprinkle,” used to decorate holiday treats and donuts. Even a small amount of joy is suspect in the FDA’s brave, new, food-monitored world.
A bit over 115. It only had a four speed gearbox. I changed the countershaft sprocket from 21 to 23 teeth and it would pull 105 at redline in third gear. It was fun to play with rice burners at the time. One night I was racing a guy on a Kawasaki triple and we were both seemed topped out. He started to pull slowly past me and gave me a grin. I shifted into third and walked away. Never saw him again.
The Kawasaki 750 and 900 bikes were just coming out and they were faster but the poor frames and suspensions made them really dangerous and frightening at high speeds. I once raced a guy on a 900 with a passenger on the back of my bike. He out accelerated me every time but got nervous approaching 90 so I passed him on every curve. That went on for quite a while.
Criminy, Mac…you were quite the two-wheeled speed demon.
I was naughty in those days.
It just takes a different form now. 😉
When I lived in S.F., I bought a used Honda 350 just to get around town. (Took it to the East Bay and Marin a few times, as well.) However, after my second too-close call with auto drivers in the city who were, shall we say, distracted by the poor visibility caused by hills as well as cars parked literally at corners -- which was mostly legal back then -- I opted to quit tempting fate and bought a beater car instead.
Off to run a couple of errands while it’s relatively warm and evil-orbish; BBL.
The passenger I mentioned was rather crazy but after sliding under a front corner of a pickup truck he also gave up his street bike and went to dirt bikes. He didn’t like the view from down there.
I wrecked a few times, the worst being when I was hit from behind while waiting at a red light, but my worst injuries were from car wrecks. When MGBs go head on with full sized Ford PU trucks, they loose. In fact they bounce like soccer balls.
“Don’t forget the carb-heavy food pyramid they’re still pushing.”
Ah, yes. For over two hundred years, the surest way known to Doctors to cause obesity, diabetes, and heart disease, all over the world. Until after WW2 when the government decided nutrition was a psychological issue rather than a medical one. We’re in the best of hands, top men.
Remember all the obesity, diabetes, and heart disease we had before WW2 when everyone ate animal fats and meat?
Happy Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good day, Fatwa and Mac! Or should I say, good grief!
I’ve never ridden a motorcycle at anything approaching those speeds. I once drove a Fiat 132 at 125 mph on a cross-country trip, but it was built for the Autobahn. When driving a company car up the 365 to NAWS China Lake, I decided to see how it would handle at higher speeds. I pushed that Geo Prizm (spit!) past 90 and the amount of float in the suspension was appalling. It felt like a small ripple in the pavement would make you airborne.
I know that feeling, Paddy. I mostly had small sedans or sports cars that would not reach much past 100 but I have driven cars that did not feel safe at 70.
Getting married the first time made a big change in my habits.
I once pushed one of these Ford LTDs -- same awful color, too -- up to about 95 on nearly-new tires. Talk about yer “float”; felt like the connection between the body and chassis was quite tenuous. (And that was with my bass rig and a Kustom PA system like the one shown in the back.)
I was somewhat relieved after it coasted back down to 80. 😉
Holiday Season Monday gaaaaaaaaaaaaahs, GN!
Mac’s GIF caption is both pithy and accurate; one could almost hear the ka-THUNK sound effect of a door slamming here at CasaK. (Not to mention my autonomic nervous system’s ‘nadal elevator operator loudly announcing, “Going up!“)
It’s a good thing that morning coffee has already, erm, worked it’s magic…IYKWIMAITTYD. 😉
Your petty bureaucratic tyranny of the day: No sprinkles for you, ya fat bastards!
Having experienced a few speed wobbles on the Norton at 100 plus the reaction was quite fast when I saw this.
And of course the trans fats were created to replace the nasty animal fats the government told us were causing us to be fat in the first place.
But hey, this time they got it right. Trust us, citizen. We know what is best for you.
G’morning, Mac!
You rode a motorcycle at over 100 MPH??!?!? Dooooooooood…!!
Don’t forget the carb-heavy food pyramid they’re still pushing.
A bit over 115. It only had a four speed gearbox. I changed the countershaft sprocket from 21 to 23 teeth and it would pull 105 at redline in third gear. It was fun to play with rice burners at the time. One night I was racing a guy on a Kawasaki triple and we were both seemed topped out. He started to pull slowly past me and gave me a grin. I shifted into third and walked away. Never saw him again.
The Kawasaki 750 and 900 bikes were just coming out and they were faster but the poor frames and suspensions made them really dangerous and frightening at high speeds. I once raced a guy on a 900 with a passenger on the back of my bike. He out accelerated me every time but got nervous approaching 90 so I passed him on every curve. That went on for quite a while.
I was naughty in those days.
Oops, I mean shifted into fourth, I was running topped out in third when he thought he had me..
Most of my later bikes I never knew the top speed on. The Norton was a beast.
Criminy, Mac…you were quite the two-wheeled speed demon.
It just takes a different form now. 😉
When I lived in S.F., I bought a used Honda 350 just to get around town. (Took it to the East Bay and Marin a few times, as well.) However, after my second too-close call with auto drivers in the city who were, shall we say, distracted by the poor visibility caused by hills as well as cars parked literally at corners -- which was mostly legal back then -- I opted to quit tempting fate and bought a beater car instead.
Off to run a couple of errands while it’s relatively warm and evil-orbish; BBL.
“It just takes a different form now.”
Why, thank you!!
The passenger I mentioned was rather crazy but after sliding under a front corner of a pickup truck he also gave up his street bike and went to dirt bikes. He didn’t like the view from down there.
I wrecked a few times, the worst being when I was hit from behind while waiting at a red light, but my worst injuries were from car wrecks. When MGBs go head on with full sized Ford PU trucks, they loose. In fact they bounce like soccer balls.
“Don’t forget the carb-heavy food pyramid they’re still pushing.”
Ah, yes. For over two hundred years, the surest way known to Doctors to cause obesity, diabetes, and heart disease, all over the world. Until after WW2 when the government decided nutrition was a psychological issue rather than a medical one. We’re in the best of hands, top men.
Remember all the obesity, diabetes, and heart disease we had before WW2 when everyone ate animal fats and meat?
Happy Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good day, Fatwa and Mac! Or should I say, good grief!
I’ve never ridden a motorcycle at anything approaching those speeds. I once drove a Fiat 132 at 125 mph on a cross-country trip, but it was built for the Autobahn. When driving a company car up the 365 to NAWS China Lake, I decided to see how it would handle at higher speeds. I pushed that Geo Prizm (spit!) past 90 and the amount of float in the suspension was appalling. It felt like a small ripple in the pavement would make you airborne.
I know that feeling, Paddy. I mostly had small sedans or sports cars that would not reach much past 100 but I have driven cars that did not feel safe at 70.
Getting married the first time made a big change in my habits.
Drive-by:
I once pushed one of these Ford LTDs -- same awful color, too -- up to about 95 on nearly-new tires. Talk about yer “float”; felt like the connection between the body and chassis was quite tenuous. (And that was with my bass rig and a Kustom PA system like the one shown in the back.)
I was somewhat relieved after it coasted back down to 80. 😉
Just learned that back in 1976, there was talk of renaming the “*” the “nathan” after Nathan Hale. This was due to his famous quote:
“I only regret that I have but one asterisk for my country.”
:Flees: