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I have this posted as blog on my "My Space" blog but thought I would drop it in here just to see the responses. Not caring if the reponses are negative. I was 16 or 17 at the time. I wrote this a long while back.

 

 

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Rolling up Laurel Canyon Blvd from North Hollywood on a hopped up 1100cc Yamaha with thoughts of nothing but beating your inner self and pushing your self to your unknown limits, you see the crest of the hill, front tire lifts from under you, you know it's on. Up on your back wheel, you pull the bike down into your first turn, and you know you and your bike are one, then comes the next turn. Your knee brings up dust from dirt on the side of the road only giving inches to the rubber that owns your life and you meet your next turn. Turn after turn as your helmet pulls your head back from the closeness of each car passing the other way. You know you are on the edge, one mistake and you are gone, your mind cannot conceive what is ahead of you. That next left comes, you see the straightaway, slide the clutch while you are redlining, the front wheel lifts, you see 70 on the speedometer, here comes the right turn, you own it, as the front tire hits you goose it, the back wheel can't hold it. You cross the double yellow line as you hear the high performance exhaust scrape on the concrete, both tires are off the ground and you see the car ahead of you. Your eyes make contact with the underage driver and you both know, what do I do now? The bike tumbles in front of you and everything stops instantly.

 

At this point you know your oneness has not been beaten. You know the camaraderie cannot be destroyed. You have ripped the horizon and you have conquered.

 

 

 

BTW, this story is true and it happened. I was down a fifth of Knob Creek when I wrote this.

Posted
I have this posted as blog on my "My Space" blog but thought I would drop it in here just to see the responses. Not caring if the reponses are negative. I was 16 or 17 at the time. I wrote this a long while back.

 

 

***************

 

Rolling up Laurel Canyon Blvd from North Hollywood on a hopped up 1100cc Yamaha with thoughts of nothing but beating your inner self and pushing your self to your unknown limits, you see the crest of the hill, front tire lifts from under you, you know it's on. Up on your back wheel, you pull the bike down into your first turn, and you know you and your bike are one, then comes the next turn. Your knee brings up dust from dirt on the side of the road only giving inches to the rubber that owns your life and you meet your next turn. Turn after turn as your helmet pulls your head back from the closeness of each car passing the other way. You know you are on the edge, one mistake and you are gone, your mind cannot conceive what is ahead of you. That next left comes, you see the straightaway, slide the clutch while you are redlining, the front wheel lifts, you see 70 on the speedometer, here comes the right turn, you own it, as the front tire hits you goose it, the back wheel can't hold it. You cross the double yellow line as you hear the high performance exhaust scrape on the concrete, both tires are off the ground and you see the car ahead of you. Your eyes make contact with the underage driver and you both know, what do I do now? The bike tumbles in front of you and everything stops instantly.

 

At this point you know your oneness has not been beaten. You know the camaraderie cannot be destroyed. You have ripped the horizon and you have conquered.

 

 

 

BTW, this story is true and it happened. I was down a fifth of Knob Creek when I wrote this.

 

 

MAN am i glad this episode is from your YOUTH!!!

 

that means that we won't have to go through THAT , again!

 

you have a pretty good memory , for an OLD PHART!!!

love ya brother !

just jt

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Did Laurel Canyon practically daily on my Honda back in 72 while working on my masters degree at UCLA. Occasionally Beverly Glen as well..... That's some old memories.....

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Used to ride that road on my 47 Harley, may have passed you.

( going the other direction )

 

I drive that road about once a year in a rented car. Its still there.

 

North Hollywood, is Not the same place though. !!

 

Good thing we left.

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Used to ride that road on my 47 Harley, may have passed you.

( going the other direction )

 

I drive that road about once a year in a rented car. Its still there.

 

North Hollywood, is Not the same place though. !!

 

Good thing we left.

 

 

Man! you got that right! Perfect example of what happens when you loose control of your borders!!

Posted

Thanks Rick. Good story. Saw myself in that story when I was young and stupid. You think you can outlive the laws of nature when you're young.

 

Ponch :whistling:

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