Whenever I’m feeling spontaneous and just wanna jump on the bike and do some of my favourite twisties I’m sick of having to undress and then put on all the protective stuff - by the time i’ve put on the back protector, trousers, jacket, boots, sorted out the gloves, ear plugs etc the moments passed.
Sods law says if I skip this stuff and go out in a t-shirt and jeans i’ll end up plastered all over the internet as badly shot camera phone footage of various shredded body parts.
Yes I’ve answered my own question - but do you ever get hacked off having to put on all this sh1t?
And then there’s the chain checking/tyre pressures/oil level checks . . .
All this f*cking preparation really bolloxes up the spontaneity, the moment etc etc . . . :crazy:
Putting gear on takes me literally 3mins, taking chains off is the shit part for me. Ground anchor and almax IV make it finnicky and then shoving it all into a tailbag is also shit. BUT, it’s well worth it in the end.
Also, I find riding without gear feels really weird.
When I’m riding without the full kit I don’t feel as safe… Londoners are evil turds when they’ve been sitting in traffic jams, tends to make them selfish, tunnel visioned and arrogantly bad drivers…
Once it gets really hot and I’m stuck at traffic lights, the 105 degree kettle between my nuts makes Kevlar jeaens the best option, but I still prefer Full Leather for saftey’s sake.
And getting it on doesn’t take that long. I can be out of the house in under 3 mintues from urge, to warming up the engine. Basic checks, leathers zipped up, feeble excuse to the wife for leaving her with two screamers whilst I go for some fun… 4 minutes max, and that’s longer thana double rumpy pumpy session, so the urge is still full and fruity
I think that putting on all the heavy stuff weighs down my spirit - it definitely has a psychological effect all that leather/kevlar etc - If the road wasn’t such a vicious bitch when it bites into your flesh I would prefer to wear a silky shirt and velvet trousers during the summer months.
But yeah - i would get proper f*cked up if I fell off at 120 wearing the casual stuff.
I totally agree - I’m just imagining an ideal world where falling off motorbikes at high speed while wearing moleskin trousers and a flowery shirt didn’t totally f*ck you up and wipe the smug hippy smile off your face.
Instead you have to dress up like some judge dredd fascist at a bondage party to get any kind of protection when your bike ride morphs into an unscheduled luging session.
But then if it wasn’t dangerous it wouldn’t be etc etc . . . .
ying yang, black white, dark light - it’s all part and parcel of the endless mystery of life blah blah :hehe: