Or something.
Wasn't sure how to label this post.
I've hesitated to say this here or anywhere, as it might come across, I worry, as patronizing, ignorant, both, and possibly more. Comma but. I sure don't intend to be that, but, as I am curious about this issue, I'll say it anyway and risk the flames. :whistle:
This is a lengthy rant ... I know no other kind ... , so strap in or grab a beer.
First, some background. So, I have gained about 20 pounds on an already ... erm ... ample base while on my two-year exile to the U.S. tundra on account of a job move. Recently, in anticipation of my retirement and return home to Virginia, I have started to fear that Kathi will subject me to her fascist-inspired nutritional and athletic supervision, involving, at a minimum, a veggie & water diet coupled with an exercise regimen that would make detainees at GITMO confess to the Jimmy Hoffa caper and more. :woohoo:
As a partial attempt at a "re-entry program," I have taken to going to the gym (conveniently down the hall) and doing the treadmill and weight apparatus. I say "doing" because most any other word choice implies considerably more effort than I am expending. Mostly, I sweat about as much as that guy in the "procrastinate" part of the H&R Block web ads. In other words, I am more a sloth than cheetah. Sigh ... there will be a reckoning.
But, yes, I digress.
So, in order to survive my half hour or so on the treadmill, I bring in my laptop and watch vids. Most, but not all, are amateur-posted motorcycle-touring movies on YouTube. I pick a 30+ or so minute one and watch, wishing I were wherever they are/were than where I am/was right now.
These vids are great. Not only do they get me through the torture session, they often have grand riding venues ... and some, if the truth be known, include some memorable pillions, too.
In the especially exhilarating ones, tho, I have to be careful not to react as If I am on the filming motorcycle. It happens.
Here's my beef.
I think I see what appears to be a pattern -- not universal, but the mode, at least, it seems to me in so many of these movies -- of riders who don't seem to care whatever about the center line. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Now, strap a Go-Pro on me and watch how I ride for 300 miles on any given day and you won't see nonstop art; I screw up. But, I am not talking about the occasional cross-the-line on a too-hot entry, but that approach throughout a many-mile, varied-terrain ride.
If I have time to do it safely, I tend to give anyone who crosses into my lane on a m/c or in a cage a single-digit greeting. I've gotten the same, and deserved it. Again, mistakes happen. But every turn? Why? Aside from the obvious (IMO) incivility of it, it's dangerous to all, and, besides, reduces what to me is the fun of motorcycling: leaning in curves. Heck, why not drive a minivan if your goal is to straighten the road and ride upright?
And, these are not hooligans posting antics, but presumably serious folks who enjoyed their trips and want to share their experiences. I'd be embarrassed.
I include one example of such a vid here. The poster is, I think, from Oz. I cut anyone some slack who can ride 100 meters on "the wrong side of the road;" I know that I couldn't, and thus I have no plans to rent a motorcycle if I travel to any "left-hand" road destinations. But, I don't believe it is that at work here.
And, amusingly to me, the video's poster says that there were "plenty of squids on sportsbikes" on the road.
OK, I've said it. Watch a few mins of this (or all of it; lovely road and Ducati sounds), and help me understand why this style of riding is routine, accepted, OK ... or not. Maybe I make too much of it.
[youtube]Yuq4RYiXPrI[/youtube]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yuq4RYiXPrI
Regards from wet and dreary Milan,
Bill
Wasn't sure how to label this post.
I've hesitated to say this here or anywhere, as it might come across, I worry, as patronizing, ignorant, both, and possibly more. Comma but. I sure don't intend to be that, but, as I am curious about this issue, I'll say it anyway and risk the flames. :whistle:
This is a lengthy rant ... I know no other kind ... , so strap in or grab a beer.
First, some background. So, I have gained about 20 pounds on an already ... erm ... ample base while on my two-year exile to the U.S. tundra on account of a job move. Recently, in anticipation of my retirement and return home to Virginia, I have started to fear that Kathi will subject me to her fascist-inspired nutritional and athletic supervision, involving, at a minimum, a veggie & water diet coupled with an exercise regimen that would make detainees at GITMO confess to the Jimmy Hoffa caper and more. :woohoo:
As a partial attempt at a "re-entry program," I have taken to going to the gym (conveniently down the hall) and doing the treadmill and weight apparatus. I say "doing" because most any other word choice implies considerably more effort than I am expending. Mostly, I sweat about as much as that guy in the "procrastinate" part of the H&R Block web ads. In other words, I am more a sloth than cheetah. Sigh ... there will be a reckoning.
But, yes, I digress.
So, in order to survive my half hour or so on the treadmill, I bring in my laptop and watch vids. Most, but not all, are amateur-posted motorcycle-touring movies on YouTube. I pick a 30+ or so minute one and watch, wishing I were wherever they are/were than where I am/was right now.
These vids are great. Not only do they get me through the torture session, they often have grand riding venues ... and some, if the truth be known, include some memorable pillions, too.
In the especially exhilarating ones, tho, I have to be careful not to react as If I am on the filming motorcycle. It happens.
Here's my beef.
I think I see what appears to be a pattern -- not universal, but the mode, at least, it seems to me in so many of these movies -- of riders who don't seem to care whatever about the center line. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Now, strap a Go-Pro on me and watch how I ride for 300 miles on any given day and you won't see nonstop art; I screw up. But, I am not talking about the occasional cross-the-line on a too-hot entry, but that approach throughout a many-mile, varied-terrain ride.
If I have time to do it safely, I tend to give anyone who crosses into my lane on a m/c or in a cage a single-digit greeting. I've gotten the same, and deserved it. Again, mistakes happen. But every turn? Why? Aside from the obvious (IMO) incivility of it, it's dangerous to all, and, besides, reduces what to me is the fun of motorcycling: leaning in curves. Heck, why not drive a minivan if your goal is to straighten the road and ride upright?
And, these are not hooligans posting antics, but presumably serious folks who enjoyed their trips and want to share their experiences. I'd be embarrassed.
I include one example of such a vid here. The poster is, I think, from Oz. I cut anyone some slack who can ride 100 meters on "the wrong side of the road;" I know that I couldn't, and thus I have no plans to rent a motorcycle if I travel to any "left-hand" road destinations. But, I don't believe it is that at work here.
And, amusingly to me, the video's poster says that there were "plenty of squids on sportsbikes" on the road.
OK, I've said it. Watch a few mins of this (or all of it; lovely road and Ducati sounds), and help me understand why this style of riding is routine, accepted, OK ... or not. Maybe I make too much of it.
[youtube]Yuq4RYiXPrI[/youtube]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yuq4RYiXPrI
Regards from wet and dreary Milan,
Bill