To be honest, the gov computer won't let me download something that can play mpeg4, so it comes though like crap on WMP. Looks like 4 images overlaid, so it is hard for me to see what's really happening.
So like, let me get this straight. You moto-journalist type, who get bikes handed to you, get to out and ride with the stars (on somebody else's bikes). I, on the other hand, who may even lay out hard earned cash to buy a Yamaha in the next year (seriously), am lucky if the dealer throws me a jersey ont eh way out the door.
See, now this is why I like Yamaha better than Honda. Honda seems too stodgy and corporate to ever try something like this. This is something I would expect out of a smaller company like KTM. It looks like a lot of fun.
Yeah! But, after a while, even the piano-player in the whorehouse gets sick of things.
I used to love glazed DoNuts, until I worked in a bakery.
Imagine what it's like staring at a computer, with a deadline, jet-lag, without a thing to say, and 3000 word worth of space to say it in. Oh, yeah! Almost forgot; youre also supposed to be informative, interesting, imaginative, and hopefully funny.
"Do you know why a Raven is like a writing-desk?" Answer: They both wait patiently as men die.
I understand your point. However, if I wern't so verbally challenged to wright for a living, I'd have trouble thinking of a better job than Motorcycle journalist. I used to think that architecture and construction was neat, untill I did it for 20+ years.
Back to my original question, did anyone of you bastiches get to ride the drag simulator, wring the pi$$ out of an R!, and leave the smoking corpse behind?
Yes, It was pretty booring though, considering the place was full of motorcycles that we could actually ride. Racing the Drag Simulator was sort of like masturbating, while surrounded by beautiful & willing women. (Don't ask me how I know that.) -Sean