Counter steering again

- a short story, some pix and an apology -

I got back on the Bonnie' after a rather long and unpleasant enforced
layoff, and decided to do the roundtrip to Peat's Ridge this arvo. Lovely
trip - 140km total - which yielded these rather uninspiring shots of the
aftermath of the Feb fires:

http://www.mendosus.com/photography/peats-after-fire-01.jpg
http://www.mendosus.com/photography/peats-after-fire-02.jpg

Here's a cross-eyed stereo rendition of one:
http://www.mendosus.com/photography/peats-after-fire-st-x.jpg

Nothing to write home to mother about, but mehh...

On the way back I remembered the thread on counter-steering, and thought I'd
fool around a bit. Hey! Whadd'ya know? Seems I've been counter-steering
for 35 years without knowing it .

On a stretch of the Pacific Hwy about 5k north of PITS, I was having a great
time playing with the "push-left-to-go-left" concept -around a long
left-hander- when the friggerty footpeg hit and bounced me upright and into
the oncoming.

"No worries..." Mr Dickhead thinks "...no-one here" as I struggled to regain
composure and direction, and cross the double-white lines back into my
southbound lane.

But Lo'! Three northbound bikes suddenly appear before I had done so.
They played a fine game of "Dodge-the-Idiot" and no-one came off the worse
for wear.

So - if you and two mates were northbound on the Pacific Hwy around 12:30
this arvo, send me your laundry bill for your undies and I'll see what I can
do.

Sheepishly

 

I can relate to that. I've been riding for almost as long as you. About
10 years ago I was dating a younger lass, who was into road racing, as a
competitor. After seeing me punt my lovely Italian steed around a racetrack
one track day, she diplomatically suggested that perhaps I might like to
consider a cornering and braking corse. Well as she offered to pay I
couldn't really say no and wallah. After one days instruction I could
almost keep her in sight. I reckon all older fellas should consider regular
advanced training. The ladies do it from day one and there's some fast
sheilas around these days. It helped my competence remarkably. Alas the
lass is long gone but now on a good day I can keep the faster guys honest,
sort of.

Capt A. L.

 

Yes, yes, faster on the track, but that's not important right now,
What happened to the younger lass?

 

Ahh well she left me and hoked up with a faster fella, younger too. But he
had a smaller........wheelbarrow.
And I lived happily ever after, well happily to date anyway. New wife you
see, older woman, more mature than I, which doesn't mean a lot as far as
maturity goes. It seems I'm approaching my 2nd childhood without getting
through my first.

Capt. A. L.