I've left the previous posts, which are a motley collection of thoughts on Canyon Riding, or technical ride reports written for my own benefit and consumption. Probably because I'm too lazy to delete them, or think about how long it took to write them and feel like it'd be a waste to erase them. At any rate, welcome to 32 to 1.
About Me
I'm obsessed with motorcycles. It's incredibly unhealthy when I think about how much time and money I devote to this hobby. I like to pretend that I like all motorcycles, but like you, I know I'm just pretending or lying to myself when I say that. The truth is, I don't like all motorcycles--I like fast motorcycles. This is not a blog about chrome, or hard luggage, or freeway-friendly windscreens--this is about machines built for speed and toe-ing the bleeding edge of traction. Tassles and t-shirts, exit stage left.
I haven't been riding long. Roughly 3 years if I round up, though I did log a pretty good number of miles for the first 2 of those years. Much of that experience is described in earlier posts: ACH weekly, Sequoia, Idyllwild, and most of the LA mountain/canyon roads. An accident in september of 2007 has limited my street miles since--ironic because that accident occurred 100ft away from my house--so these days I mainly ride racetracks only. At the most, it means i'm in the saddle once or twice a month, so you can imagine how much pent up MC energy I build up between track days.
I like to think I'm almost fast. I'm not quite there yet, but I suppose I am not slow, either.
About my garage
I've currently got 3 bikes in the garage. Bike #1 is a 2006 Triumph Daytona 675. This is probably my favorite modern sportbike. It's also british, which means it can spontaneously combust, though my own personal experience with this bike and my previous 675 have been mostly positive. It's currently a track only bike, and is fitted with all sorts of crazy things that are supposed to make it go faster, stop faster, turn better. So far, I've only gotten to ride it once, last september at Willow Springs, where it proceeded to bog all the way down the front straight, failing to hit 110 mph (when it should have been going 140+). So, I threw alot of money at it. Hopefully, it'll go faster.
Bike #2 is a 1976 Yamaha RD400. This is a carbureted 2-stroke v-twin that is as loud as it is unassuming. I picked it up about 5 months ago for a song, and have been dicking around with it ever since. And while it weighs about as much as the Daytona, it makes about 1/3 of the horsepower and 50% more noise. Don't let the power numbers fool you though, since this thing will put you on your head in a split second as it hits the powerband. It's a 2-stroke thing, of course. It's street legal, so I ride it around and piss of my neighbors every once in a while. I'm planning on getting it road-worthy enough to do the occasional ACH or Azusa trip, and I'm not too far off.
Bike #3 is a faded pile of shit. 1975 Honda CB750K that hasn't run in years, and is as heavy as it is broken. Unfortunately, I don't have the time or the budget to do anything with the bike, so it sits in the garage, waiting for me or Casey (the bike's co-owner) to do something with it, like melt it down for scrap, or sell it to someone who gives a rat's ass. A few thousand into it and it'd be a cool bike, but no matter what, it'll never be as cool as the RD, if only because it weighs 200 lbs more, and is a 4-stroke. And imo there are already enough 500 lb 4-stroke 750cc I4's in the world...The SOHC guys are gonna kill me for that comment...