Archive for August, 2008
I ride a motorcycle, and I’m not dead yet
Posted by David Hurst in Motorcycling, Motoring, Personal on August 28th, 2008
My wife has been fully supportive of my motorcycling from day one - she’s great like that. She didn’t bite my head off when I spent £2,500 of our savings on a bike, and then was quite happy for me to spend another £1,200 on a second bike (provided I sold my car). I don’t believe she sits at home worrying whilst I am out riding, at least if she does, she doesn’t tell me. She rode for a couple of years herself, and she is confident in my ability. We used to go two-up on her scooter. And she has been very much looking forward to riding pillion. However, such riding opportunities are rare due to our having two young sons.
Now that we have organised a baby sitter and are going for a ride this weekend (weather permitting), she suddenly started talking about making a will this morning and deciding who would have our kids if we snuffed it. This is perfectly sensible thinking, but I wonder if she would have been prompted to think about it if we were off in the car together this weekend?
The truth is, no matter how safe you think motorcycling is, there is always that nagging realisation in the back of your head to remind you that falling off is likely to hurt. A lot. Sometimes these doubts find their way into the front of your mind whilst riding, usually resulting in an immediate slackening of the right hand. Generally, however, when I’m riding I just enjoy myself.
I saw my grandad recently who is convinced that most motorcyclists are “tearaways” and that all vehicles should be limited to 70mph. There may be an element of truth in what he says, but it is certainly not true that most motorcyclist are “tearaways” and I don’t believe that riding over 70mph should define one as such. It’s all very well taking the 70mph is the limit of safety stance if you’re driving a Morris Minor, but on a modern sports bike, travelling at 70mph is well below the speed that the bike is designed to travel at safely. A bike can stop in far shorter distances than a car, and can safely travel at high speed too. Everything is relative though. Travelling at 120mph on a bike that can only do 125mph is not likely to be safe by virtue of the fact that you are travelling at the limits of the machine’s capability. Travelling at 120mph on a bike that can see north of 180mph, would be well within the limits of the bike’s capability.
The biggest problem at high speed is not usually the machine, it’s the reaction time of the rider. In fact, being branded as a “tearaway” has everything to do with rider skill and judgement, and nothing to do with an arbitrary speed limit. On a long straight dual carriageway, when no-one else is around, riding at higher speeds is not likely to result in imediate death.
The motorcycle is a design over 100 years old, and it works by virtue of its simple science. The wheels act as gyroscopes and provide the bike with complete stability. In normal riding, this perfect balance can only be broken by a loss of grip with the road. The bike does not need a rider to balance it. You see riders come off in Moto GP all the time, and the bike often keeps going straight on. Further stability is added by the gyroscopic action of the engine.
There is the possibility of mechanical failure resulting in rear wheel locking. A chain that breaks, or failed wheel bearings could cause some very scary moments. My GSX is having a full service at the moment, and my SV has just had one, and a new tyre, and it’s going for new chain and sprockets next week. I have always looked after my machinery, and if you don’t skimp on the essential maintenance, and do your safety checks before you ride every time, then you have nothing to fear. How many car drivers, perform a quick safety check before they set out? I always scan my tyres and check my brakes before each ride. The chain needs to be checked once per week, and the lights. I take this opportunity to crawl around the bike checking everything.
The real dangers to a motorcyclist’s life then are road surface and other road users. The speed travelled at only becomes an issue if it is far in excess of all other road users, or too fast for the road conditions. I certainly do not subscribe to the ridiculous government mantra: “speed kills”. Speed does not kill anybody - it’s coming to a sudden halt that does the damage.
I feel safe on the roads. I remain visible to other road users and I keep a protective “bubble” of space around me when I ride. When this bubble is invaded by others, I take action to restore it. I’ve done almost 4,000 miles of motorcycling this year and I haven’t had any really dangerous moments. There have been 3 occasions when I have had to take emergency action. The first was my own fault, I completely misjudged a bend and lost faith in the bike’s ability to get round corners. I managed to pull up safely and was mildly shaken, but the truth is that had I leaned it over more and given it some throttle, I would have flown around with no problems. The second was an emergency stop on a main road. The idiot in front of me almost missed his turnoff and stood on his brakes very suddenly. I skidded momentarily but kept it in control. The third occasion was a stupid woman with a dog on one of those extending leashes that should be banned. The dog ran out into the road on a housing estate to bark at me and my bike. I stopped dead in virtually no distance, proving the safety of motorcycle brakes, and resisted the urge to deliver a firm kick to the little terrier’s nose. The woman didn’t even apologise. Anyway, 3 moments when I needed to focus and deal with a situation. That’s about the same number I would expect over the same distance in a car.
I think the real problem here is that most of the people spouting off about the “dangers” of motorcycling are people who have never ridden a bike, and probably can’t drive a car that well either. It’s not until you ride for yourself on a quality machine that you realise how safe it actually is. Those that do lose their lives whilst motorcycling, are either really unlucky or have failed to exercise sound judgment when riding their machine.
When riding a motorcycle you are closer to the machine, and the elements, so you are far more conscious of your state of safety. Most car drivers are completely oblivious - cocooned in a metal shell, singing along to their favourite tunes or talking on their mobile. Who is more dangerous?
Find a penny, pick it up…
Posted by David Hurst in Rants on August 27th, 2008
As I was strolling through Yeovil town centre today, on my way for a lunchtime sandwich, I was stopped in my tracks. The old lady in front of me had stooped to pick up a penny on the floor, quoting some olde rhyme as she did: “find a penny pick it up, all day long have good luck”.
Notwithstanding that a small piece of metal, pressed into a circular shape with an image of our sovereign on it, has scant influence over the space time continuum, and is, I suspect, completely lacking in any ability to deliver on the luck bounty promised in the rhyme, I thought it was rather sweet. Then my cynical side kicked in and I started wondering where such a rhyme might have originated.
Perhaps it was from a time when finding a penny would open up whole worlds of spending opportunity, that would literally bring rays of proverbial sunshine into any down-at-heel street urchin’s day. Or maybe it’s just that voicing a sweet little rhyme conceals the obvious truth that you are in fact bending over in a busy high street to grasp at a single dirty penny on the floor, like some sort of pecuniarily challenged scab.
I think I’m far too cynical these days.
Fiat Coupe For Sale
Posted by David Hurst in Fiat Coupe, Items for Sale, Motoring, Personal on August 21st, 2008
The sad day has arrived, and I must sell my beloved Fiat Coupe 20v Turbo. Get in on the action at: www.fiatcoupe4sale.com.
I might cry.
Cyber Bullies - cowards and imbeciles
Posted by David Hurst in Personal, Rants on August 18th, 2008
One of the problems with the Internet is anonymity. Perversely, this is also one of the great things about the Internet, but anonymity is not a universal wall of protection behind which bullies should hide. Over the years I have experienced cyber bullying in many forms, and none of them is pleasant.
I used to use email as a form of marketing, and was accused by some of sending “spam”. I beg to differ. Thoroughly researching a local business and then sending a tailored email of introduction is not the same as sending out blind spam advertising Viagra, penis enlargement or Angelina Jolie’s tits. Yet, the reactions I got from a few (presumably) well-respected local business owners were nothing short of disgraceful. Had I chosen to send them a letter, would they have written similarly venomous replies back to me? Hardly. And yet, sending a letter is more costly to the environment and opening and reading it takes significantly more time than opening and reading an email. I just don’t bother sending emails to people I don’t know any more.
Others like to write abusive comments on sites like YouTube, or in chat rooms or forums. Why? What is so fundamentally wrong with these people that makes them feel it is OK to abuse other members of the human race in such a way.
I’ll wager that none of the people I have received abusive messages from would have the guts to come and say it to my face. I’m 6ft1 and over 17 stone: people generally are not rude to me. But, offer up a virtual screen for them to hide behind, and it seems all sorts of people are ready to take a shot. Shame on you all.
Meeting Roary the Racing Car at Haynes Motor Museum
Posted by David Hurst in Motoring, Personal, Rants on August 18th, 2008
Over the past couple of weeks I have been noticing flyers advertising Haynes Motor Museum littering the public highways around Yeovil. In particular, the flyers announce the presence of Roary the Racing Car at Haynes Museum on the 17th August. For those of you that don’t have kids (or don’t secretly watch kids TV whilst skiving off work with [insert life-threatening ailment here]), Roary the Racing Car is an animated TV show for kids. It features the vocal talents of Peter Kay as “Big Chris”, and an assortment of car characters that race around the “Silver Hatch” race track.
So, when an opportunity presents itself to take your not-quite-three-year-old son to meet some of his fave telly heros, as a responsible and loving parent you surely have the obligation to grasp said opportunity. I’m not sure what I was expecting - the posters weren’t particularly helpful, and nor was the website. A small printed notice at the museum entrance informed us that Big Chris and Roary were not performing a show, but were making “appearances” throughout the day. The notice was suitably ambiguous so as not to deter any parting with cash, and we duly paid our entrance fee. Haynes, obviously keen to capitalise on the money making opportunities of the day, had lowered the child ticket age threshold to 1 - i.e. all children aged one or over had to pay. There’s nothing quite like profiteering from babies is there?
As it transpired, the day was completely lacking in anything approaching organisation, as frustrated parents filled the museum waiting in a queue so their precious darlings could spend 30 seconds shaking hands with some bloke (or blokette) dressed in a furry Big Chris costume, whilst “Roary” sat there and rolled his mechanical eyes. In fact we queued for 70 minutes (during which entire time the 30 second theme tune was playing in a loop through some very tinny speakers), getting hot, sweaty and irritable, so our son could get his 30 seconds, and we could get some photographic proof of the event so that we would have something to show for our time. We got lucky, as Big Chris could only manage 40 minutes between cups of tea, and clearly the promotions company putting on the (non)show would not stretch their budget to a second Big Chris to fill in the Health and Safety gaps. The people behind us were not so lucky, and the general atmosphere was degenerating quickly into that of a linch mob, so camera and photos grasped firmly in hand, we left in a hurry.
I’m sure Haynes can do better than this. I certainly won’t be planning to go visit Bob the Builder or whatever else they choose to put on.
The highlight of the trip for me was the Ferrari Enzo on display in the supercars room (along with an XJ220, a McLaren GTR and a Ferrari F40). I managed to take some reasonable pictures of the big red beauty in between the kids running past, touching the car, and even sitting on the bonnet! The parents of said darlings walking past too, blissfully unaware of me trying to take my photo, and the fact that their kids were perched in their jeans on the paintwork of an irreplaceable piece of automotive history worth 700 grand. “Oooh that’s a nice one isn’t it?”
