I was just going through some of my hundreds of photos saved to my hard drive and thought I'd share a couple of precious moments I have had with my son "Troy".
Picture of Troy (Second guy from the left in Blue/White leathers and a fuzzy face) and a group of his race buddies. And then there is Amber, the homely little chick that tends to humble many of her fellow men folk racers on the track. She is not only strikingly beautiful with a gym rat physique, she is also as sweet as they come. The local racing folks here are a close knit community.
This photo of me and the kid was taken last summer at our local track in Seattle. I can't seem to shake that kid no matter how hard I try. Troy is on his 750 and if you think you can out fox that kid on your busa down the front straight, I'd advise you not to bet any money. He has more tricks up his sleeve than Hodeine (SP). If you let him get out of the shoot on your ass he just hangs two feet off your rear and drafts you until you hit the brakes and he will shoot past you like he is coming out of a sling shot. Kid is tricky, I'm telling you!
Another shot of Troy setting me up like a little school girl. About two seconds after this photo was snapped he was passing me on the inside. If you look closely at the photo, you can see Troy has squared the corner off and his bike is angled toward the inside while I am angled toward the outside. I have chosen a line that takes me to the outside, away from the apex on the exit. Troy is already on the throttle closing the gap and with proper timing he sneaks through the inside opening as soon as it's wide enough to keep the tires on the pavement. As a result of the line choice I have made, I am still leaned over with maintanence throttle while Troy is stood up and WOT. If I remember correctly he rubbed me as he went past. Makes me want to spank the little turd's arse when he gets back to the pit. With a 190 pound chiseled carcass, I may be biting off more than I can chew
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Troy and I have tons of fun playing these little track games. Even though I'm usually on the loosing end, it still warms my heart. However, I can catch Troy sleeping now and then and surprise him with an inside pass of my own. But that rarely lasts more than one lap and he regain the dominate position. Kid uses his head along with his talent!
By the way, this is a move that works very well on your buddies when you are out playing. I use it often but I'm not immune to falling into my own trap either.
As you can probably tell, I am so very proud of this young man and very proud to call him my son!
Picture of Troy (Second guy from the left in Blue/White leathers and a fuzzy face) and a group of his race buddies. And then there is Amber, the homely little chick that tends to humble many of her fellow men folk racers on the track. She is not only strikingly beautiful with a gym rat physique, she is also as sweet as they come. The local racing folks here are a close knit community.
This photo of me and the kid was taken last summer at our local track in Seattle. I can't seem to shake that kid no matter how hard I try. Troy is on his 750 and if you think you can out fox that kid on your busa down the front straight, I'd advise you not to bet any money. He has more tricks up his sleeve than Hodeine (SP). If you let him get out of the shoot on your ass he just hangs two feet off your rear and drafts you until you hit the brakes and he will shoot past you like he is coming out of a sling shot. Kid is tricky, I'm telling you!
Another shot of Troy setting me up like a little school girl. About two seconds after this photo was snapped he was passing me on the inside. If you look closely at the photo, you can see Troy has squared the corner off and his bike is angled toward the inside while I am angled toward the outside. I have chosen a line that takes me to the outside, away from the apex on the exit. Troy is already on the throttle closing the gap and with proper timing he sneaks through the inside opening as soon as it's wide enough to keep the tires on the pavement. As a result of the line choice I have made, I am still leaned over with maintanence throttle while Troy is stood up and WOT. If I remember correctly he rubbed me as he went past. Makes me want to spank the little turd's arse when he gets back to the pit. With a 190 pound chiseled carcass, I may be biting off more than I can chew
lease:Troy and I have tons of fun playing these little track games. Even though I'm usually on the loosing end, it still warms my heart. However, I can catch Troy sleeping now and then and surprise him with an inside pass of my own. But that rarely lasts more than one lap and he regain the dominate position. Kid uses his head along with his talent!
By the way, this is a move that works very well on your buddies when you are out playing. I use it often but I'm not immune to falling into my own trap either.
As you can probably tell, I am so very proud of this young man and very proud to call him my son!
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Is it true that most people are faster on 600's or 750's than they would be on a 1000 ? I've heard people say that only the skilled can benefit from the 1k's power ?
