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I brought my motorcycle home yesterday. I was going to wait until today to ride due to being tired and out of it yesterday, but I gave in after a few hours.

The first 10 minutes were a uh, adventure. Until you have a sliver of muscle memory on where the clutch starts to catch, you're not in control of the bike. I thought I had it down after a good 20 practice tries in the driveway without any throttle to make me move, but when I hit the throttle for the first time, holy shit. Uncontrolled acceleration straight toward a wall (this is where living in the suburbs with wide, flat streets would have been nice). So I recover from that somehow, head up the hill (good 7% grade), get it into 2nd gear, try for 3rd, and kill it. A car is coming up behind me, so I manage to roll it down the hill toward the curb without falling. After five or six tries on the hill start I get going again.

After that I had no problems at all. Low speed u-turns were easy and I had the clutch down. I went up and down the street 10 times then put it back in the garage.

Today: millman attempts to drive to the gas station and refuel.

you are the media you consume.

by MillMan (millguy at gmail) on Sun Mar 7th, 2010 at 03:18:34 PM EST
... and next Sunday, you'll be riding along Skyline Boulevard and stopping at Alice's Restaurant for a Jalopy Burger.

Europeans think a hundred miles is a long way. Americans think a hundred years is a long time.
by Bernard on Sun Mar 7th, 2010 at 03:26:53 PM EST
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heh, don't tempt me. The twisties on the way to Alice's are already calling my name...

you are the media you consume.

by MillMan (millguy at gmail) on Sun Mar 7th, 2010 at 03:30:17 PM EST
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