ZXenigma
09-24-2007, 10:45 PM
Or another title might be.... "A rude lesson on trail braking."
While many of you were already home safe and sound after a hard day of puck scraping fun at Alsea, Ellie and I headed out for a relaxing stroll on the bikes around 4pm. We did hwy 36 to Triangle lake, and then on to Mapleton and back 126 (I hate that f-ing road). On our excursion we saw a couple other dudes on sport bikes, and on the last leg home at the junction of Spencer Creek and old Lorane we saw a guy on what looked to be a CBR 1000, silver, and silver full riding suit. He ripped a wheelie there and seemed to ride it part way through the corner. So dangerous! Translation, "Im just bitter, my wheelie skills are weak." I tried to catch him, but he had about 1/4 mile on me. Translation: "He was fast as heL L and I'm only as fast as childrens tylenol!"
Anyway, I got a couple of good corners in on 36, but in doing so I had a little pants crapping incident. I was picking up the pace on the twisty's after the lake and I came upon a right handed 25 mph curve. The sun was lighting up its entry and beckoning me to become one with it in a most spiritual way. I realized that it was a blind corner going around an outcropping but I was feeling fine. Trasnlation: "Feeling stupid" As I was down selecting and getting hard on the binders I gently drifted wide to get a better view. My God Jim, this was no human 25! It might have LOOKED like a 25 to the corner engineer who was smoking pcp laced meth in his Acura NSX as he went around the OUTSIDE of the corner but anyway... Translation "I was just given 'er hell that I could not afford to pay" So I grabbed another half inch of brake lever but was still not slowing down fast enough. Still not too worried though I am somewhat comfortable with trail braking so I was like, well whatever, I'll just start to ease it over and get off the brakes before the apex. doo doo doo la de dah....and just as I was about to let off the brakes a half cord of firewood revealed itself to me right at my apex, right on my line. I was ready to do some splittin alright! Okay, so in reality, it was just one piece of firewood, but the point is. I was already into the corner for 100%. I left no room for a mistake, yet there it was, a problem. Easy solution right? Just get off the brakes on the throttle run wide of the obstacle and then lean it back over right? Well that would have required another 5% of conscious thought that I didnt have available, I was in for 100% already remember? So all I had left was instinct. WEEEEE MORE BRAKES! WEEEEEEEEEEE NO MORE traction! The front started to tuck, and somehow I had the sense to let off the brake just in time. The bike did its little dance, hooked back up and I was through it and still in my lane. One pant load richer of course. This was the second time this week that I've slid the front. First time was on some tree branches.
It seems like just when I get lulled into trusting the road, it lets me know its still alive and changing. Anyway, here's some articles on trail braking and street riding.
http://www.sportrider.com/ride/RSS/146_0306_motorcycle_trail_braking/index.html
http://www.sportrider.com/ride/146_9306_motorcycle_pacing/
http://motorcyclebloggers.com/tech-talk-articles/brakes-101/trail-braking/
The moral of the story is, save something for an emergency. Keep 20% in your back pocket just in case. Save a couple degrees lean angle for a rainy day. All comments and criticisms encouraged. -V
While many of you were already home safe and sound after a hard day of puck scraping fun at Alsea, Ellie and I headed out for a relaxing stroll on the bikes around 4pm. We did hwy 36 to Triangle lake, and then on to Mapleton and back 126 (I hate that f-ing road). On our excursion we saw a couple other dudes on sport bikes, and on the last leg home at the junction of Spencer Creek and old Lorane we saw a guy on what looked to be a CBR 1000, silver, and silver full riding suit. He ripped a wheelie there and seemed to ride it part way through the corner. So dangerous! Translation, "Im just bitter, my wheelie skills are weak." I tried to catch him, but he had about 1/4 mile on me. Translation: "He was fast as heL L and I'm only as fast as childrens tylenol!"
Anyway, I got a couple of good corners in on 36, but in doing so I had a little pants crapping incident. I was picking up the pace on the twisty's after the lake and I came upon a right handed 25 mph curve. The sun was lighting up its entry and beckoning me to become one with it in a most spiritual way. I realized that it was a blind corner going around an outcropping but I was feeling fine. Trasnlation: "Feeling stupid" As I was down selecting and getting hard on the binders I gently drifted wide to get a better view. My God Jim, this was no human 25! It might have LOOKED like a 25 to the corner engineer who was smoking pcp laced meth in his Acura NSX as he went around the OUTSIDE of the corner but anyway... Translation "I was just given 'er hell that I could not afford to pay" So I grabbed another half inch of brake lever but was still not slowing down fast enough. Still not too worried though I am somewhat comfortable with trail braking so I was like, well whatever, I'll just start to ease it over and get off the brakes before the apex. doo doo doo la de dah....and just as I was about to let off the brakes a half cord of firewood revealed itself to me right at my apex, right on my line. I was ready to do some splittin alright! Okay, so in reality, it was just one piece of firewood, but the point is. I was already into the corner for 100%. I left no room for a mistake, yet there it was, a problem. Easy solution right? Just get off the brakes on the throttle run wide of the obstacle and then lean it back over right? Well that would have required another 5% of conscious thought that I didnt have available, I was in for 100% already remember? So all I had left was instinct. WEEEEE MORE BRAKES! WEEEEEEEEEEE NO MORE traction! The front started to tuck, and somehow I had the sense to let off the brake just in time. The bike did its little dance, hooked back up and I was through it and still in my lane. One pant load richer of course. This was the second time this week that I've slid the front. First time was on some tree branches.
It seems like just when I get lulled into trusting the road, it lets me know its still alive and changing. Anyway, here's some articles on trail braking and street riding.
http://www.sportrider.com/ride/RSS/146_0306_motorcycle_trail_braking/index.html
http://www.sportrider.com/ride/146_9306_motorcycle_pacing/
http://motorcyclebloggers.com/tech-talk-articles/brakes-101/trail-braking/
The moral of the story is, save something for an emergency. Keep 20% in your back pocket just in case. Save a couple degrees lean angle for a rainy day. All comments and criticisms encouraged. -V