Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Loop of Pain
Hot. Very hot day at the races.
Riders were doing their rounds by the time I arrived.
Carbon was the flavour of the day. Lots of carbon-ated stuff lying everywhere.
There was enough carbon fiber and precision parts to put a F1 car to shame.
Some donned alien-like helmets, using their outer space technology to shave off some milliseconds.
Others used handlebars that looked like it came off an X-wing Starfighter.
One gear, no coasting and no brakes to do 12 km.
Rather uneventful and uninspiring to go fast due to the absence of traffic.
The only parts exciting to mention were the U-turn and the sprint to the finish.
True test of fitness and endurance. Brains optional.
Don't think. Just spin.
Less cursing compared to riding the streets. Only twice in fact.
First was, "Where the bloody hell is that U-turn?"
Second one for the finish line.
A cool experience nevertheless.
Spot the not.
Honey... The shade is blocking my bike's shine.
Carbon X-wing Starfighter.
I'm telling you, go any faster and you can do intergalactic travel.
Ha, eat your heart out.
Don't try anything funny back there.
Shit, I can't move.
Ah, there's your problem.
Carbon rings.
Alien heads. World Champ suit.
Told you, pain.
Fancy my BT?
Yea, he does.
G'day mate.
Riders were doing their rounds by the time I arrived.
Carbon was the flavour of the day. Lots of carbon-ated stuff lying everywhere.
There was enough carbon fiber and precision parts to put a F1 car to shame.
Some donned alien-like helmets, using their outer space technology to shave off some milliseconds.
Others used handlebars that looked like it came off an X-wing Starfighter.
One gear, no coasting and no brakes to do 12 km.
Rather uneventful and uninspiring to go fast due to the absence of traffic.
The only parts exciting to mention were the U-turn and the sprint to the finish.
True test of fitness and endurance. Brains optional.
Don't think. Just spin.
Less cursing compared to riding the streets. Only twice in fact.
First was, "Where the bloody hell is that U-turn?"
Second one for the finish line.
A cool experience nevertheless.
I'll let the pictures do the talking.
Spot the not.
Honey... The shade is blocking my bike's shine.
Carbon X-wing Starfighter.
I'm telling you, go any faster and you can do intergalactic travel.
Ha, eat your heart out.
Don't try anything funny back there.
Shit, I can't move.
Ah, there's your problem.
Carbon rings.
Alien heads. World Champ suit.
Told you, pain.
Fancy my BT?
Yea, he does.
G'day mate.Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
In a New York State of Mind
People don't give a shit of what you think. Let alone what you want. You're just another link in the chain. No, it isn't half as grueling surviving on this red dot compared to the Big Apple. Maybe it's just because we aren't fully packed with immigrants yet.
The streets here are filled with drivers on a mission to eradicate cyclists from the roads. What should we do? Fight back. Don't take shit from them. Once you do, half the battle is lost. Bus drivers sweep by inches from your bars, cabbies performing their emergency stop right in front of you. Other drivers just don't use their brains, so we got to do the thinking for them by anticipating their moves.
Traffic jams. Whoa. PLAYTIME. Weaving through cars, taunting that guy in the shiny BMW, fippin' drivers off just for fun, and you're the fastest thing moving down the street. Good times.
Do excuse my strong emotions and words. Need more time on the bike and this weather aint helping.
Dreams of Monstertrack - which has been cancelled this year btw.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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