What it is, to be a rider.

Saw something today that simply took my breath away.

I'm crossing the road at a pedestrian stop, heading for the adelaide railway
station. Its afternoon.
The road slopes slightly away from me.
The sun is setting, the colours are dusky.
Enough light to see clearly, though.

Its peak hour traffic.
As i'm crossing the road, i look downhill to check for oncoming cages...and
this is what I see.

Over a stretch of about 300 m, a symphony of motion. Cars madly turning,
pulling out from side streets, in the break of traffic. The whole scene was
unreal, as though it was being choreographed. This alone caught my eye.

Then, about 50 metres in front of the next pack of traffic, comes a rider,
on a kawasaki ninja, High beam blazing.
Literally surrounded by cars cutting the street, with complete disregard for
him.
I saw him continually scanning, slowing down, speeding up a little, getting
out of situations before they developed.
I noticed that most drivers never knew he was there. Never knew the drama's
they would have caused if not for the riders attentiveness.
He pulls up at the light. Looks at me.

Pure steel.

That demonstration, that moment, to me...is what is is to be a rider.

Guess i'll know, soon enough. (starting riding courses soon)

 

Can I have some of whatever it is you're on?

Aaron
ZX6R

 

Nah you live in Adelaide that's all.

 

Awwww, very romantic.

You're not channelling Barbera Cartland are you?

Kathy

 

*shudder*

 

Aaaah, Adelaide, where the men are men and the women eat their young.

It's where the worst of Tasmanian drivers seem to end up.

 

You live on a roundabout? Loooooxury!

 

My house, is in the middle of my street...

 

Getfugged!

John

 

Mine's up one end.....

Moike

 

"Sixteen of us lived in box in middle of t' road!"
"Cardboard box?"
"Aye."
"You were looky!"


BTH

 

I accidentally put my car keys into the front door of my house, and it
started up, so I drove it around the block for a while... unfortunately I
went over the speed limit and a cop caught me. He said "Where do you live?",
I said "Right here".

Joe M... well Steven Wright really.

 

I bought some second-hand paint. It came in the shape of a house.
Clem (no; it was Steven Wright again)