i was about to overtake someone shortly after emerging from a red light. a pick up truck was bearing down on me from the lane i was changing into. Even though I would have gotten ample power from just gunning it in second gear, i made a split second call to downshift to first, rev it for a second to power me forward quickly, upshift to second....and cruise on up. had enough space and all, even with a margin for error....
and then.....
everything came falling apart. what had been a lovely day's ride with not so much as a wheel put wrong over a few hours....turned into a disasterous series of clunks and c0ck-ups that made my stomache churn.
I hit the red line rev limiter almost as soon as i put it into first, then with a rough upshift into second my dark smoke visor popped halfway down. two guys on bikes passed me going the other way no doubt chuckling at my misfortune, as I lurched forward from the turbulence. the people behind me must have backed off expecting some kind of ghastly explosion. the abominable sounds eminating from my dual scorpions were my FZ screaming and screeching in unbearable pain and anguish. there was no explosion, thankfully, but i have scarred her for life. she will never forgive me.
From there, I limped home, full of disgust at the poor control I had displayed. A perfect day's riding was all but forgotten. I have disgraced myself, my machine, and my ancestors.
it was quite honestly the most pitiful example of motorcycling ever witnessed by those present.
and all for a few extra hp from an entirely unnecessary downshift to first...
Now....if you'll excuse me I just vomitted in my mouth a little bit.
and then.....
everything came falling apart. what had been a lovely day's ride with not so much as a wheel put wrong over a few hours....turned into a disasterous series of clunks and c0ck-ups that made my stomache churn.
I hit the red line rev limiter almost as soon as i put it into first, then with a rough upshift into second my dark smoke visor popped halfway down. two guys on bikes passed me going the other way no doubt chuckling at my misfortune, as I lurched forward from the turbulence. the people behind me must have backed off expecting some kind of ghastly explosion. the abominable sounds eminating from my dual scorpions were my FZ screaming and screeching in unbearable pain and anguish. there was no explosion, thankfully, but i have scarred her for life. she will never forgive me.
From there, I limped home, full of disgust at the poor control I had displayed. A perfect day's riding was all but forgotten. I have disgraced myself, my machine, and my ancestors.
it was quite honestly the most pitiful example of motorcycling ever witnessed by those present.
and all for a few extra hp from an entirely unnecessary downshift to first...
Now....if you'll excuse me I just vomitted in my mouth a little bit.
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