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Well…that’s the end of that. No more motorcycling for me this summer. Finally got around to taking it into a shop today and the mechanic called me up and I asked if he found anything wrong. He said “you have some serious problems here” and then started to list all the things that need fixing. To make a long story short, my motorcycles in REALLY bad shape and the mechanic said that it’s probably not even worth fixing it cause it’ll cost more than the motorcycle itself, which was exactly what I was thinking when he was listing all the problems. He also added that he was amazed that I could even ride it into the shop and that according to the Ministry of Transportation he’s not even allowed to let me take the motorcycle back on the road. Crazy stuff. I knew there was probably something wrong with it, but not this bad.

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On a side note, according to my friend I was hit on by a cute girl at West Coast. I thought she was just trying to get me to buy stuff, but my friend called me stupid and said she was totally hitting on me. My friend came to this conclusion because the sales person started talking to me about stuff not related to clothes, and kept making jokes and because before my friend and I left the store she said “when you get your Ducati come back and take me for a ride.” My friend also came to this conclusion because the sales person never really talked to him. I told him that was because he looked like a bum and she probably figured that by the looks of him, he couldn’t afford anything in the store.

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…now lemme go back to my smoker’s cough…

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May 19 2005

Today I set out once again on my motorcycle, looking for adventure. What I found was some really hair raising moments. I was riding along down McLaughlin towards Eglington and was on the inner most left turn lane. The retard on the outer lane proceeds to cut into my lane while turning, just as I’m shifting into 3rd gear. I see the SUV start lurching over into my lane and have to lean over like a crazy man just to avoid running into the damn SUV. Hair raising experience one.

Later, I’m going down Dixie I believe, and am going pretty fast. I don’t notice that the lights are about to go red so I’m not really prepared to stop. Lights go red, and there’s a car making a left turn, so I have no choice but to try and stop. I start slamming on the brakes and start downshifting rapidly, trying not to lock up the rear tires (that can easily happen when breaking hard and downshifting). As I’m doing this, I see the road surface is about to change from good asphalt to that chewed up asphalt. You know, the kind that is just about to receive a new layer of asphalt…the dug up lines…ah well. Anyway, so there’s no way of avoiding it now so I just hold on tight. As soon as my rear tire hits it, it begins to wiggle but not too badly because I did slow down quite a bit. Nonetheless, it was an unsettling feeling. Hair raising experience two.

Later on, on the same road I see the same type of asphalt but couldn’t avoid it so I had to run over it. As soon as I did my bike violently…and I mean violently swerves to the right. It was the same feeling as standing on a chair and having it kicked out from under you. Luckily the bike drifted over to flat area and I just rode on that and got off of that god forsaken road as soon as I could. Hair raising experience three.

After that, im headed down some other road (forgot which one) and I end up in some weird GTAA compound. As I enter I see a sign saying “authorized vehicles only”. So whatever, I pull a U-Turn the first chance I get and get back into Britannia.

Then once again I’m flying down Britannia and this retard in a van is making me nervous because it was swerving around like a drunk, and now it was right beside me with its turn signals on, signaling to come into my lane. Up ahead were the lights at Erin Mills and Britannia which were green when I first looked. So the retard in the van cuts off the guy behind me and is basically tailgating me. Now, I shift my attention from the stupid van to the lights ahead, which are…surprise, surprise…red. I was doing about 90km/h and didn’t have all that much distance to stop. If that wasn’t bad enough, the retarded van was right behind me, and chances are that if I was able to stop, the van probably wouldn’t be able to and would plow right into me. Now I had to either take my chances, try to stop and hope the guy behind me doesn’t rear end me, or I could switch lanes and try to slow down/stop at the same time. I opted for the latter. Now, one thing that they teach you in motorcycle training is NEVER brake or shift while turning. But in emergency’s you just got to hold on tight and pray. So I switch lanes (now I was about a truck lengths/ ½ a trucks length from the intersection) and start braking and downshifting. While braking, I’m trying to exert more pressure on the rear brakes than on the front, because the last thing I want to do is an unplanned stoppie (where you grab the front brakes hard and purposely bring the rear end up). So anyway, I’m stopping and I can feel my rear wheel locking up, and the back end starts to fishtail but I just keep on applying the brakes because otherwise I’d be in the middle of the intersection. I end up just ahead of the painted white line and I hear this screeching and it’s that retarded van smoking his tires trying to stop. It’s a good thing I decided to change lanes! So at the lights I put my bike into neutral and exchange pleasantries with the punk driving the van. I don’t think I have ever swore that much in my entire life. Hair raising experience four.

Aside from all this, it was an ok day.

May 20 2005

Today I went out for a short solo run on my motorcycle. No hair raising experiences today, just open roads and 6th gear. It seems that I have developed somewhat of a fear of corners now, no doubt due to my accident last September. Corners that I use to take in stride now make me nervous and uneasy and I start to downshift and slowdown, taking them at grandma speeds. I guess I just need some time to get over it and start carving up the corners like last year.

on a side note, i told myself not to take the bike on long distance runs until i get a shop to look at it. To hell with that. Besides, 250km’s in two days isn’t long distance…right?..

Just wanted to give a quick thanks for the warm birthday wishes. Rizwan, sorry i didn’t come online last night. A couple of my friends wanted to take me out for a couple drinks…and no..i wasn’t drunk…tipsy maybe but not drunk. And, yes…i did come online after i got home but MSN was acting weird and disconnected me. I was too lazy to try agian, so i just hit the sac.

once agian…thanks.

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Aman came online at 2:24 am in the morning, but went offline immediately. I think he is far too drunk to know what he is doing. SOBER UP BUDDY. if u dont, have fun while ur drunk
Happy Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I once knew a boy,
He was so shy
I went up to him and said,
He looked at me
And smiled that sweet smile
Now our friendship I’d walk for…a hundred mile.

Dedicated to the RAAT crew!!