as some of the fastest men on two wheels ever in humanity;
as some of the greatest engineers of two wheeled speed ever;
as some of the best tuners of some bizarre simplified mechanics in the world;
as some of the best wrenches NASCAR will never see...
you guys kill me.
He went faster here on this kinda bike with this kinda fuel in this kinda condition with this rider on this system with gas, tuned byhim, body by them, with fuel, with juice, with boost with whatever.
the fact remains while you guys have done "it" (whatever and where ever that might be) and continue to push the envelope of speed and safety to the edge of insanity, some of us are on the sidelines trying to glean from your experiences to be as well prepared for our maiden voyages as possible. what kind of image does this portray to someone trying to understand the complexity of what it takes to race even moderately competitively?
Set your ego's aside, pat yourselves on the back and while you are at it, each other. This is such a small tight knit group of people, if we piss one another off with bravado and machismo, there isnt anyone else who understands this shit and we could wind up being ostracised by the car guys, run off from public airports, and have the federal government come in and tell us we are an environmental hazard to the landscape. Cease and decist all racing activity on the lake beds.
think about. if what I have said pisses you off, fine, so be it and I will see you at the track and you can confront me there. if what I have said makes you go hhmmmm, then set your ego aside, know that this is meant to be a genuine attempt to ask...
cant we all just get along?
and for the record, rodney king as a knenuter helmet now. it is a costa rican import.