Walking cool

100mph standing still. A shot from Atelier's product catalogue.

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Wall of Fortune

Who ever said walls were built to create divisions were clearly using it for the wrong purpose. I've meant to do this for a while and got down to it today. It's the wall in my garage with various auto-related paraphenelia i've collected over the years. There's a story of some sort to each of them, which much to your chagrin i've decided to pen down below.

The Race Seat: It was my first attempt of building my own race seat. It took me hours of thermocol carving and I've probably ingested my fair share of carcinogens. It last a track day and a year on the street till i decided to re-invent. Come to think of it, it's not yet past it's sell by date.

The YZR500: That's from a visit to the home of Yamaha in Iwata, Oct'07. I've got pics from the museum there, should dig them out for a later post.

The Fairing: That's to match the seat but there's an even more interesting story to that. This guy claimed to have a stash of RD parts and was relocating to the US. Hes was desperate to sell his wares, I wanted them. So i bought two pairs of stock silencers and he threw in two fairings for free. This is one. the other went to Dharmaracer in Bangalore. As for the guy who sold me the wares, he was arrested the next day on charges of theft, fraud and some other charges all related to motorcycle activity.

The Triumph Parking Sign: Was a gift from a frined who knew my passion for the brand.

The Sunbeam S7: That was a gift from the same friend who knew of my plans to buy a S7 and get it restored. May be i should hunt that bike down...

The Dirt Fender: From my 2009 trip to the Himalayas. It was one stonking ride with memories to last a lifetime.

Wagging the Wheel

I found this pic while rummaging through my home computer.Now i know i'm usually one to brag, but this one's serious. I pulled out of the pit garage for the first time back in Jan 2006. Bike was just built and hurriedly put together for this track day. It arrived late and i had to put it all together coz i had only one day of riding. Carbs on - check. Fairing on - check. Bolts secured - check. Shit!!! I forgot the Motul. Borrow some - check. Fire her up. Braap braap braap. Warm up - check. Get on, engage first and pull out of the second garage in the pits. I've wrung it just over half way and this is what happens.



Crossed up and SCARED SHITLESS.
It's such a great feeling to put blood sweat, time and money to build something that scares you each time you get on. And if you break it, you know can do it all over again.

You can be part of madness just like this. The guys at indiMotard Adventures who organise these track days are at it again and will be having a proper race school in the coming months. Stay tuned for more.

The Fragrance of Speed

From what it seems, I've tried to keep motorcycles as far away from this blog as possible, and for no good reason actually. So to put that to an end, here's a post on motorcycles. I was at the racetrack recently to ride a few motorcycles that had just rolled off the assembly lines at their respective factories. An enthusiast will know how the aroma of a new motorcycle laying rubber on scorching tarmac sends their olfactory senses into a tizzy. I feel it each time i look at these images. Hope you smell it too!

From PB TRACKDAY

From PB TRACKDAY

From PB TRACKDAY

From PB TRACKDAY

Thanks to ScorpNews for the riding pics.