Why, Why, Why....

I don't have to know why.

I could just do it without knowing why, with others either knowing or not knowing why, and from the outside it might be presumed by some the we must all know why.

"Look at them up there on the podium...WOW!....That's where I want to be!"

NOT that there's anything wrong with that of course. It's just that after a few laps you notice you're going around in circles and you might ponder the why.

You might even ponder the why as you stoke the fire of your buddy's young son, just like your Dad's buddies stoked you. The kidding and encouragement that serve as invitation to be one of the guys feels instinctive.

But what are we luring them toward?

At worst they could confuse their priorities, and carry the win at all costs mentality to it's un-natural conclusion. It might look like this:



And yet there may be no better place to search for meaning than where the man machine bond is so close and primal.

The words of men cannot be trusted. Even observation is suspect. So it is with care that hints, clues, and signs are sought.

I'm fearful of bedazzlement. I mean - Look at this stuff:





But in this strange and wonderful land there are familiar and comforting sights:




This is Obviously an apparatus to cornerweight a motorcycle on..."they must be very sensitive to F/R weight distribution".

But if anybody knows that getting bogged down in technical arcania can be unhelpful - It's Me.

Sometimes there are small aescetic sects that hold and guard the higher truth. In the terminology of a Type-R Expo for instance they would be called "the people in the woods" or "those people way over there".

It might look like....well, this:



A closer look reveals that they may just be the sort of weirdos I was talking about:






Hmmm...an Even Closer look reveals that perhaps it's not so much a case of being Onto something as being On something:




Scott, for whom the search must continue...

 

Are those pictures from today?

 

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Two weeks ago - at Portland. This weekend was Vintage races.

Scott, who's got an irritating feeling that he'll watch more races this year than he'll race in..."I'm DEFINITELY gonna own 2006!"

 

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I'm DEFINITELY gonna own 2006!"</TD></TR></TABLE>

Yeah me too... ok maybe I won't "own" it, but I'll definitely make it to more... OK at least one more event then this year.

Cycle racing has got to be the best motorsport to watch. Especially vintage cycle racing, but I can't help thinking about the "bad-guy" cyclists in Speed Racer cartoons.

 

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Scott, who's got an irritating feeling that he'll watch more races this year than he'll race in..."I'm DEFINITELY gonna own 2006!"

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Well... quit contemplating the why's and wherefore's and get out to the garage and fix your gearbox so we can have fun in California

Nash - who is often caught wondering "why?", with inflection or feeling, I can't remeber which

 

Earth to Scott. Earth to Scott. Hellooooooooo Scott. You out there? Where'd ya go, buddy?

Casey, who wonders if Scott's know there's an intergalactic rule that ya can't get a chubby for both race kaas and those two-wheeled contraptions . . . . can you?

 

Casey,

No need for interplanetary transmission...I'm here on the 3rd Stone from the Sun...

Troo, I've been...uh, "troubled" by a nagging chubby for the crotch rockets, but I have a pretty sincere attachment to what's left of my physical viability and I know I should know better.

So to answer your question: Yes, unfortunately perhaps, you can. But maybe sometimes the best way of dealing with an overwhelming challenge is to take a bigger bite.

Scott, who knows it's probably hard to believe, but this is about as far astray as my other head has ever led me...

 

scott.....why not give GOD a try??

 

so, uhhhh, what do you call corner weighting a motorcycle?


jeff, who wishes the smiley face buttons were a lot more diverse...

 

&lt;Napoleon Dynamite On&gt;

"Well...JEFF...how many corners does a motorcycle have?...That's right - Two....and when you Preload one end or the other you Transfer Weight to the other end....WHAT DO YOU THINK!"

sCOTT, Who also could use more of those things...to spread even greater confusion and irritation.... ... ... ...

 

god, i hated that movie.


Modified by chjkingme at 11:36 PM 7/11/2005

 

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And therein lies the rub. I've said these words to me-self countless times, and very, very infrequently does it ever make a difference.

Casey, who's hopelessly hopeless when it comes to "knowing better"

 

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oh great casey.... you had to go there. soon we'll have 'quit bitching online and read your damned intergalatic rulebook'.