Indeed, mind their latest and by far most powerfull engine isn't a Hardly Movingson engine, its been developed by Rotax
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Indeed, mind their latest and by far most powerfull engine isn't a Hardly Movingson engine, its been developed by Rotax
robin wood
Bushcrafter (boy, I've got a lot to say!)
So my best biking mate turned up at the pub the other night on an 883 sportster, not sure what to make of it. I had a quick blat about and it wasn't quite as agricultural as I had expected. Gearchanging took a while and sounded like it was making a lot of iron filings but it was fairly smooth pootling along. I remember many many years ago we both had high bar Bonevilles and it definitely had a bit of that feel.
As a commited (rather than should be commited) rider of a jap cr*p bike, this is a personal favourite of mine;
Race with a Harley
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed
to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to
speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that
say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him
was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly
got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd
manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but
when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.
My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of
his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before
the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see
him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles
before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the
tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more
than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was
not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled
so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh
cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
Race with a Harley
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed
to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to
speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that
say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him
was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly
got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd
manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but
when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.
My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of
his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before
the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see
him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles
before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the
tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more
than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was
not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled
so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh
cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
rancid badger
Bushcrafter (boy, I've got a lot to say!)
robin wood
Bushcrafter (boy, I've got a lot to say!)
Nice one, enjoyed that, in fact enjoyed it so much I forwarded it to my new harley owning mate.
I wish I could claim the credit for that joke.
I also wish I had the nerve to send it to my tassle wearing, celtic (ish) tattood and hog riding line manager. At least I'm not afraid to ride my bike in the rain!
I also wish I had the nerve to send it to my tassle wearing, celtic (ish) tattood and hog riding line manager. At least I'm not afraid to ride my bike in the rain!
Harleys aren't for racing,
we could all be that young bullock and run down the hill to 'catch' a coo,
but some of will take our time and 'catch' them all.
Or spend ages on the side of the hill looking for all the nuts and bolts that have rattled off, polishing off the corrosion that the bikes got cos its seen a damp day through a window and catching no coos at all
Same old argument, different subject. Been a biker for years and always had the "Harley is sh1t" brigade banging n about how crap they are. Each to their own. Not got a Harley, but would like one one day. I think their great bikes. Bit out of place handling some of the country roads, but having said that thier not really meant for our smaller windier roads.
My dream one day is to go along the original route 66 on a Harley.
Lets face it you couldn't d othe same rout on a CBR600 Widowmaker could you, not and be cool as fu** to boot.
My dream one day is to go along the original route 66 on a Harley.
Lets face it you couldn't d othe same rout on a CBR600 Widowmaker could you, not and be cool as fu** to boot.
Nearly wiped out about 100 harley guys the other day, i was cruising along the fast lane in the van past a club or whatever they are and the lead biker pulled over into the fast lane, i was in the middle of the convoy, dunno what happened to a life saver but they all swung across the road in front of me, nearly flattened a dozen of them and had as many again into the back of me. They must have been focused on the other guys in front and forgot to check the fast lane, well dodgy
Lets face it you couldn't d othe same rout on a CBR600 Widowmaker could you, not and be cool as fu** to boot.
CBR6 Widowmaker? Errrr...
First time I have heard a CBR6 being called a widowmaker, have they produced a balls out, bonkers version that I have not yet heard of yet then
To be fair to Hardly Movingsons, there are a couple of bikes over the last century that they have produced that I would love to own.
I have already listed them on this thread though so won't bother again.
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