.. in all den Manuals habe ich noch was gefunden was Tim interessieren dürfte
I Raced a Harley Today
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I
was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon road with no straight
sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors it
would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than
horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it
wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was
on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another. Two
corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain.
I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could
recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter
the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome but this only made me more determined
than ever. My only hope was to out-brake him.
I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he
struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he
would pass me for good. But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back.
I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was
more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror. Once
the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was
probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was
done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than
horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him.
Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits from Britain.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in my life.
And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well. They really make a great
bicycle...
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