Whizbang's
Spinning Wheels: September 2003 |
by Adam
Whisner
Associate Editor
Beginner Bikes Magazine
Special
Bulletin |
Let's
kick this new section off with a special bulletin. Hey!
Cool! I have special bulletins! The scoop is, Whizbang
is no longer JUST a beginnerbiker. Nope. Not that there's anything
mundane about being a beginnerbiker - in fact, it's superexciting!
But you knew that already. No, I've changed. I'm no longer what
I was before. I've become so much more. As of September 1, 2003...
...I
became a one-year beginnerbiker veteran!
What
does that mean to you? Absolutely nothing. Except now I can shout
it out to the masses via the Internet and you can't stop me unless
you petition Matthew to shut me up or send the Mafia after me
late at night and I see these two fat Italian guys at my door
saying something like, "did you order a pizza?"
"Order
a pizza? Jesus Marimba! It's 3am!! I didn't order a..." -
Whack.
Having
a year under my belt feels good, but I had to buy bigger pants.
My guess is that the same will hold true for you and I'm - a tell
ya why. If you remember, I posted a piece called Portrait
of a Beginnerbiker at 7 Months which detailed
what had changed about my riding experience seven months after
passing the MSF class. Follow the link if you would like to peruse
that little jem again. To recap, here's what was different about
my riding skills then:
- FINE-C
(pronounced "fine-see) had become FCNIE (pronounced "fick'-nee"),
having gotten to know my bike better.
- I rarely
if ever stalled at stop signs.
- Braking
was and still is always done with both hand and foot without
thinking.
- Clutch
control and shifting had become habitual.
- My leans
had become much more confident.
- Swerving
maneuvers started to involve the whole body.
- The "death
grip" on the handlebars had loosened considerably.
- My feet
stayed off the ground longer at stopsigns and in stop-and-go
traffic.
Fast
forward to September 1, 2003. Think polished. Think slick. Think
smooth. Not only do all of the above hold true, but now I'm some
kind of motorcycling force to reckoned with. Here is a list of
what has changed in the last five months of riding:
- My car
is collecting dust. It's summertime and there's just no reason
to drive a car. On rainy days, I opt to ride with raingear
rather than start up the car. I'm also spending a lot less
on gasoline.
- My friends
stopped making fun of me. "So are you like a biker now?"
has turned into "So when are we going for ride?"
That's right. Say my name, punk.
- 200 miles
is a half-day trip. Having ridden nearly 4000 miles in two
weeks on a cross-country trip to Arizona and back to Minnesota,
I can ride harder and last longer than I ever could before...something
about that didn't come out right.
- I've
written a song called "The Motorcycle Song" and
it rocks. Here's an excerpt:
I'm
a mean, clean pavement eatin' ridin' machine
I'm a black and silver bullet with a colorful dream
I'm a throttle-spinnin' rocket comin' on the scene
Let me hear you shout for The Motorcycle Song!
- I'm
sexier. I don't know what it is, but something about the way
I wear my leathers in conjunction with the smoothness of my
motorcycle operation makes scantily-clad women run out into
the middle of the street begging me to hold them all night.
Thankfully, the MSF class prepared me for such an event. I
just slow down as they approach, then speed up at the last
second which throws them off. I would add that it's important
to keep your eyes on the road at all times during these maneuvers
no matter what they're wearing.
- I'm tougher.
The local evil biker gangs split ranks to let me pass as I
come tearing down the highway... of course signaling properly
and making sure to wave to each and every one of them as I
go by, flashing my BB Rider patch. I've been offered Mentos
several times.
- I'm broke.
Having purchased four motorcycles in one year and accessories
for several of them, I've found that Kibbles and Bits actually
do taste better than Purina Chuck Wagon.
- Selling
a motorcycle hurts. As I watched my V-Star 1100 ride away
with her new owner I felt like someone had died. But I didn't
cry out loud. I kept it inside. I've learned how to hide my
feelings, because I'm tougher.
- My leather
gear is much more comfortable now that it has broken in, but
my butt doesn't look quite as good in my leather jeans as
they did at this point last fall.
- My feet
NEVER touch the ground. I'm on Cloud 9 from the minute I start
her up until the minute I shut her down. ; )
That's
it for this month! Stay tuned for more really really important
information!
Keep
ridin' safe Beginnerbikers!
Slow,
Look, Lean, Rock and Roll |