Monday, April 10, 2006

Hornet crashed

I took a 5 minute ride on my friend's Hornet, and I managed to put it down. Emergency stop, wheel lock, slide into a car. Bent fork, scraped fairings, bent handlebars.
*sigh*
We're waiting for an estimation of the costs.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

the track



But all's well that is going well (I don't dare use the word 'ends' in this context). I did my first trackday with this beautiful bike, and it performed wonderfully! On the picture, you see my friend and colleague Peter, who rides the black 1000RR. He had some lame excuses for why I was faster than him in the corners, but I think it was just the rider.

So anyway. I soiled my pants quite a few times that day, but I removed most of my chicken strips, I scraped my footpegs, I was able to overtake some 1000cc bikers, and for the first time in my life I yanked the throttle all the way open, and I still wished it would go faster!

I got to practice cornering, all day long. I'm still not sure I have the correct form, because my footpegs scraped the asphalt long before I was able to put my knee down. But even then, I had never expected to go that far on my first track day. So needless to say, I was very proud of my accomplishments that day.

Big disappointment: there were no pictures at all from me on my bike that day on Francorchamps. The photographer apparently had some technical difficulties (what? He forgot to plug in his USB stick?!), and most of the pictures were lost.

Anywho, I had as much fun as you can have with your pants on, as they say. I wouldn't know, I always keep my pants on when riding a motorcycle ...


The second day of our trip, it was raining. Very hard. On slippery concrete.


After our first try, we decided to aim a little higher, and we planned atrip to Italy. As is tradition with all our trips, we started at a McDonalds


And I actually got to do a trip to the Ardennes with it. As would quickly becometradition with our trips to the Ardennes, the nextday it poured so hard that my tankbag was filled to the brim with water.

Why does the top of the tankbag allow water to pass, and why is the bottom of the tankbag waterproof ?!

The story continues


I got full gear, and an Arai helmet, and I was the proudest motorcycle ownerin the universe. The bike was easy to handle, but it became a monster as soonas I flicked the throttle wide open. And the sound! A threatening rumble inthe low rpm's, a fierce, high-pitched scream in the 10000's !

And then it got stolen. Don't ask me about it.

Hurts.

So I decided to wait for two years before I could afford another decent bike.Of course, after less than a month, I bought this bike:

CBR 600 RR

The beginning

Hi. My name is Bart. A while ago, a friend and very bad influence convinced meto go get a motorcycle license. I gave in, thinking that it would be kinda funand perhaps later we could rent a bike in the States and do some cruisin' around.

Motorcycle classes weren't kinda fun. They were exhilerating!

After the first class, I knew: I had to get a bike as soon as possible.My first plan was to get an old, scuffed-up bike for very little money, so Iwouldn't mind too much if I dropped it. Then, I rode a CBR 600 F4, and I threwaway my plans to get an old bike. I wanted a CBR 600 !

And then, I came across a CBR 600 RR ...