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Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by xtian » Thu Sep 14, 2017 10:46 pm

throwing a leg over my ducati hypermotard when a couple of old guys show up on a K75 pointing at my ducati "those always end up covered in shit " (in english) and I go "mine already has".
Then he tries to open the gas cap to see if it's a storage place. I tell him to stop and I don't need storage place, because I used to have a 3 cases explorer.

Red, I think we both need to ride more. you especially.


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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by red » Fri Sep 15, 2017 6:51 am

xtian wrote:Red, I think we both need to ride more. you especially.
Considering I'm not riding at all, I couldn't ride less!
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Post by xtian » Fri Sep 15, 2017 11:53 am

I know !
also I don't actually have a ducati, I just don't ride my triumph as much as I should because most of my rides are work related and rainy and boring but at least I get to ride.
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Post by red » Fri Sep 15, 2017 11:58 am

xtian wrote:I know !
also I don't actually have a ducati, I just don't ride my triumph as much as I should because most of my rides are work related and rainy and boring but at least I get to ride.
Since I got a heat pump and air handler instead of a motorcycle, I'm thinking about putting some Ducati stickers on it. I can pretend I have a $10k Ducati.
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Post by red » Fri Jan 05, 2018 6:50 am

It's a warm autumn day, I'm on the downtown strip of a small tourist trap in southern Indiana, sitting at a red light. The crowds of leaf lookers are minimal but people are bustling around the streets. Lots of motorcycles are parked along the left side of the road, mostly Harleys but some other odd things mixed in. I see a cafe full of MC members drinking and attracting the attention of the local authorities. I look down at my bike, starting to realize that I'm not sure how I got here or what I'm even riding.

Between my legs is the wee beast, a TW200 with some farkles. The light turns green, I twist the throttle and turn to head out of town on one of the many twisty roads. The little engine is thumping away and I'm enjoying the view of the leaves that make the hillside look like it's on fire. The TWs knobbies are growling through the turns, the road is smooth and all is well.
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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by AZRider » Wed Jan 10, 2018 7:59 pm

Sounds nice.
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Post by Rench » Sat Mar 24, 2018 1:20 pm

Two nights in a row now.

The first, the E-ral, being careful to not overtorque the stock drivel one, carefully, silently up to speed, only the sound of tires on pavement. I took it off road, heading for a hill that might be jump if I goose it. I feel weightless, the front tire has nothing under it, I wake.

Last night, I thumb the starter, there's a short electric whir, immediately drowned out by the sustained mortar fire of a vtwin, like there's never been 3 years on the shelf. She quickly calmed to a steady rumble. I remember feeling shocked that she was running at all. Having to calm myself to not slap the kill switch, letting her heat up for a break in cycle, feeling the heat on the motor with the palm of my hand, smelling the warmth, new seals heating up, feeling accomplished that she had finished this cycle, turning her off to cool, walking out of the garage.

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Post by red » Mon Sep 24, 2018 5:56 am

Last night....

I rode to Do0M! but during the trip, the line up of riders with me kept fluctuating between UTMC, friends and co-workers. The roads were hot, dry and cut through a bleak and abandoned landscape. The "ride" there was nothing more than chaotic images, the feeling of high speed and wind.

Eventually, I arrived at the Portal, alone but the place was packed! It was less the CrossKeys and more a convention center. Wrenches were being turned, drinks (and other things) being consumed. ProblemAddict had started a hilarious webcomic that was getting published in a local paper. There was a big bonfire outside and camping. MATPOC was giving some sort of lecture in a class room.
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Post by Jaeger » Mon Sep 24, 2018 6:22 am

red wrote:Last night....

I rode to Do0M! but during the trip, the line up of riders with me kept fluctuating between UTMC, friends and co-workers. The roads were hot, dry and cut through a bleak and abandoned landscape. The "ride" there was nothing more than chaotic images, the feeling of high speed and wind.

Eventually, I arrived at the Portal, alone but the place was packed! It was less the CrossKeys and more a convention center. Wrenches were being turned, drinks (and other things) being consumed. ProblemAddict had started a hilarious webcomic that was getting published in a local paper. There was a big bonfire outside and camping. MATPOC was giving some sort of lecture in a class room.
PROPHECY! :shock:

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Post by red » Mon Sep 24, 2018 8:29 am

Jaeger wrote:
PROPHECY! :shock:

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Post by red » Thu Oct 11, 2018 12:26 pm

So, was there a lecture by MATPOC? PA start a new life as an illustrator? Was there at least a bonfire at the CrossKeys? There totally should be, there's plenty of room down behind the building. Or may next year, we take over the building to the North East and turn it into the DooM Command Ctr!

This one:

well shit. the board won't let me upload the pic due to: "Sorry, the board attachment quota has been reached." DG, I think the tape drive is full.

Anyway, it's the building that says CARS on the front, used to have a big chain link fence around the back section.
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Post by Jaeger » Thu Oct 11, 2018 12:50 pm

red wrote:So, was there... ?
There were relatively few shenanigans. In fact, I think everyone was pretty well-behaved... that's the problem with getting old. I wasn't the only one saying "ah, fuggit, I'm tired and going to bed." :shock:

There are a lot more gray hairs in the group than there were when we started this. ;P

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Post by red » Thu Oct 11, 2018 2:20 pm

Yeah, I'm kinda sad I missed the shenanigans of the past but kinda not.
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Post by Bo_9 » Sat Oct 13, 2018 11:13 pm

Here is something I typed out after a long sleep in the hospital long ago waiting for my father to pass. It has hung out in my hotmail for several years. There is another as well that will find its way here when I find it.

The city was a whole new experience. Open, narrow, vacant roads were a predominant feature of my normal landscape. The place I seldom ventured from. Where I found the limits of my own speed and faith. Where I actually found nothing. Everything a person need to know about themselves can be found in a city at rush hour. Not a city like the one I live in, a proper city. A city with interstates, interchanges, multiple lanes, on-ramps, barriers, delivery trucks, and tens of thousands of the self-proclaimed most important people on the face of the earth. The road widens, this is where it begins. Two lanes become four and the cross-traffic is gone, replaced with ramps and overpasses. Now we get to play "merge". Trouble is not everyone plays with the same rules. Some use mirrors and signals, some don't. Some match speed with traffic, some don't. The randomness is where the danger lurks, and everything is random. First instinct is FASTER! Then I can leave these idiots back there. Meanwhile the idiots get thicker, lanes multiply and speeds begin to vary wildly. Still speed is the answer. So it's faster, to the inside lanes where the fastest rule. But they don't, it's a droning crawl to soccer practice with a few over aggressive sporty cars in their midst trying to vent the days frustrations by getting to the front. But there is no front. There is only behind. No matter how many mini-vans you pass there is always another. Faster though, still. So you can get to the next obstacle, the next conquest. It becomes a game. Darting between merging cars, speeding past trailers and finding the next thing to pass, the next object to cast with disdain into your wake. Until you are changing lane every few seconds at double the posted limit and there is a break in traffic. Just for a second. Looking around it is all concrete and steel. An ocean of two ton sharks wanting nothing more than to rip you to sheds and crush you. So the game changes. Maybe if I blend in they won't notice that I'm not a shark. Perhaps it will not occur to them that the slightest little nudge could destroy me. But maybe they already know. They just really don't care. So there is no place for blending in. Have to be like a barracuda, waiting in the unseen spaces ready to strike at any opening the instant it appears. Now speed is no longer the answer, it was quickness all along. Reading traffic is the new game. Find the opening. That one’s head just turned, they are going to move that direction. Now to fill the vacuum they left. So it goes on for seemingly hours, but was really about forty minutes and now there is the exit. Down the ramp and it's a whole new landscape. traffic lights and parking lots. Only getting to move a block maybe two before halting again. Clutch hand aches from overwork. That hydraulic clutch doesn't seem so much an overpriced luxury now. There is no air here, no breeze, nothing but heat. Stop. Go. Repeat. Finally the destination. Sweating and drenched the conditioned air hits, it's cold and oddly calming. Now for business, but there is the tug of anticipation for the trip back through the city’s ocean of cars on the way home.


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Post by xtian » Sun Oct 14, 2018 6:51 am

that's brilliant.
I'm not really from around here.

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Post by red » Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:44 am

red wrote:So, was there a lecture by MATPOC? PA start a new life as an illustrator? Was there at least a bonfire at the CrossKeys? There totally should be, there's plenty of room down behind the building. Or may next year, we take over the building to the North East and turn it into the DooM Command Ctr!

This one:

well shit. the board won't let me upload the pic due to: "Sorry, the board attachment quota has been reached." DG, I think the tape drive is full.

Anyway, it's the building that says CARS on the front, used to have a big chain link fence around the back section.

This is the building:
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Post by red » Wed Feb 06, 2019 5:30 am

I've been sick with the plague since Thursday so I've been having very terrible dreams lately.

Last night, I had a dream that the X-Keys was closing. The hotel portion was already torn down and most of the restaurant was gone. Only a small portion remained, selling random t-shirts and things from the Motor Inn, like plates and etc. My wife and I were driving by when I noticed and I screamed, "STOP THE CAR!" and ran to the crumbling remains. I asked what happened and why it was being demolished, an older lady replied, "Sorry hun, that's just how it worked out.". Then she handed me some paper plates w/the Bombs n Bars logo and random wedding junk from a party.
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Post by red » Fri Oct 25, 2019 8:54 am

Night before last...

No lead in, just boom.

I'm in a tavern of some sorts. It's dark and noisy inside but early morning outside. I'm talking to some older riders and my boss about how I should already be on the road and I have a lot of miles to cover. I don't recall where I was headed but it was far away and important that I get there. I start to tell my boss about how I'm normally packed and ready to go days before but today, my luggage isn't even secured nor packed. A young lady walks over and asks if we need anything. I realize one of the older guys is rench and this young lady is his daughter and this is her tavern. We're gearing up for the ride to Ragnarok. A little girl walks in who looks just like my oldest when she was 4. She either doesn't know me or doesn't see me and proceeds to tell rench's daughter about her dog dying. They go outside together to talk. While working on my luggage, I'm trying to understand what's going on but wake up shortly after that.
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Post by xtian » Sat Oct 26, 2019 12:36 pm

not related but earlier tonight, i pause tv and asked my GF "did you show me donuts the other day and told me you bought them especially for me ? because I do not remember eating any" and she blank stared at me and there was this twin peaks season 3 moment that lasted forever. turned out I dreamed she bought me donuts.
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Post by Bigshankhank » Mon Oct 28, 2019 9:54 am

I guess not specifically motorcycle related but still cyling: I dreamt the other night that I was being chased by a Peloton spin class. Like a gaggle of 8-10 people on stationary bikes but somehow mobile, all shouting PELOTON at one another while they chased me.
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Post by red » Fri May 29, 2020 7:59 am

The dream starts with me pushing my Hurricane out of some sort of maintenance stall, inside an underground parking structure. Bundles of wires and pipes running all over like we're inside a giant robotic beast. There's another person here, watching me wheel it out. It has a huge vintage full frontal fairing, made from thin white fiberglass. It's broken in many places and loosely hanging on. "You outta just tear that damn thing off.", says the bystander. So, that's what I do. We grab and rip it off, revealing my bike underneath. But it's different, smaller, stream-lined and more modern.

The moment of truth arrives and I thumb the start switch. The engine roars to life, idle screaming, so we dial it back. I climb on board for a test ride, it's essentially a race bike, no lights, signals or plate. I roll on the throttle and release the clutch. The power is less than anticipated but still there; winding it out, I rip down a side street. Everything feels fluid and intuitive; like I'm one with the bike. A few turns later, off to my right, I see an old drainage tunnel, probably 10 ft in diameter, that goes into a hillside and then under ground. I know it's used for a walking path and has no water in it. So, I turn in and open the throttle. The pipes music echoing off the walls causing people ahead to hug against the curved sides. Up ahead, I see the tunnel changes to a drastic uphill climb. Downshift. Twist the throttle, almost WFO. Leaning forward, I feel the momentum start to decrease. Almost to the top, stay steady on the gas.

Just as I cross the peak, I wake up. The sound of the pipes and the feel of the engine still reverberating through me.
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Post by Bo_9 » Fri Aug 28, 2020 11:18 pm

Found and edited the other one. This is the second that I banged out, half awake sitting in the hospital with my Dad as he gave up his fight with cancer. Do please let me know what you think.



It seems forever ago, my favorite thing was helping friends work on their cars until late at night.
Still not totally sure if it made me feel good to help get their Camaro under 12 seconds, or if was because it meant I got to ride home in the cool darkness.
No traffic, the dew is down so the bugs are asleep, and only three sheriff's deputies for three counties and hundreds of mile of blacktop.
Strap the helmet on, fire up 900cc's of finely tuned Japanese anger and head the opposite direction of whatever rental house I was in.
Maybe take one trip down the little towns main strip just to be sure the State Trooper was home before screaming my way quietly into the black.
This is the plains, entire states nicely gridded in asphalt. Nearly straight lines traced out on the landscape for seemingly endless miles only turning when sparse artifacts like rivers get int the way. There is only one reason to own a slippery, plastic-coated, sport-bike in this forsaken flatland, the one that the sneering, vest-wearing, masses that launched tirades daily about the faggoty jap bike. Here this bike has only one use. Go fast. And so I did. Second gear would see at least 80 mph if you could keep the front wheel just hovering above the road, past second you were in "going to jail" territory if you happened to get caught. Holding it wide open for the twenty miles of arrow straight highway between towns on a moonless night your only input the howling noise and the tiny patch of light in front of you. If it isn’t in that light, it does not matter, if it is in that light you have already hit it. There is a peace in that simplicity. That light, that is all that matters. What I see in that light is all that exists now, it is the world. But is isn't. You can get a glimpse of the world outside the light, but only after it has passed. The smell of the deer you almost hit, the dust from the truck that just crossed on the gravel road. The diesel wafting from the unlit tractor on the side of the road. All those come too late, well after you pass them. Like the cold air rising from a creek to let you know you passed it. Taillights in the distance appear just soon enough to become headlights behind you. Some flash angrily, some are just happy you aren't the County Deputy who is likely sitting outside the small country bar they just left. Some are different, some are jealous of your simple world of light. They think that they can get the same fix with their bigger patch of light, their bigger hunk of metal, bigger hole in the darkness. They are right, up to a point. Right up to the point where it goes wrong. It goes sideways. The light disappears and all that is left is chaos and darkness. Something breaks, something gets in the way, you get in the way of something else, it doesn't matter how it happens. It happens. This is where they don't understand. How little they really risk in their car barreling through your darkness. Strapped in their protective cage, padded with airbags, and crumple zones they crash. Not me. I tumble. I slide. Hopefully I slide. Happy to slide along however long it takes. Even after the pants and gloves are worn through and all that is left is skin, muscle, and bone. Because hitting things is worse. Few things line the roads here in this dark, deer, barb-wire fence, fence posts, electric poles, and trees. Sliding only happens till the ditch, then the tumbling starts and hopefully enough energy is lost to stop there. Before the crunch and snap of a sudden stop. But there is always plenty of inertia. Then it hits. No idea what it is and that isn't important anymore. Breathing, that thing that was happening seconds ago, before the crunch and sudden change in direction, that is what is important now. Another thud and finally stopped, still no breathing, that is kind of important. Breathing, that is all that exists now. I can feel the air, it's still cool. Now just to get it inside. Relax, relax and it'll start. It's automatic, but now it hurts. It hurts every time now. Eyes open. There is nothing to see, you started in the darkness and are still in the black. You can hear the hissing last gasp of your faithful partner in the distance. Seems like too far. Hands burn, knees burn, elbows burn, arm hurts badly, hurts to breathe but no odd sound with that. Okay try to move. Alright everything hurts, but that is good, means it's all there. Now does it all work? Sit up? Okay sitting up. Feeling helmet to see if it's cracked, it feels slick, wet. Hmmm hands are bleeding, and for some reason that's funny right now and there is a little grin. So, stand up and find the bike. Leg doesn't work right, knee won't bend. Hopefully it just took a hit and will be okay in a day. Hobble the direction of the hissing sound. Found road, that's a good sign. Bits of metal and plastic under boots make a very distinctive sound, sad but distinctive. Struggle to get bike back to vertical, it's funny that we fight their nature even at rest and make them stand up. Feel around on bike for what is left. left lever s good, left peg is good, right peg is gone, right clip-on is gone. Front plastic is torn and gone, and hairy? That answers the question of why. Bits of wiry hair stuck in all the broken cracks...


But that isn't tonight. Tonight I'm a hole in the darkness, torn open by speed and leaving behind only a howl. About three-hundred miles, three hours, three tanks of gas, four counties, and this weeks ritual is complete. Idling back into town, remember to wave to the State Trooper as he is going on shift at 6am. He smiles because he knows full well what it is that I go do and he is on nights next week. Park it next to the porch, go inside, toss the helmet and jacket on the couch. Grab something cold from the fridge and sit down to have a drink. Next thing is the alarm. Work, 7am time to go! Wait, it's Saturday, unplug it and go back to sleep. Need plenty of rest, have to go work on a Camaro this afternoon.


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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by Rench » Fri Oct 30, 2020 9:34 am

Bo9, that was an exhilarating read. Thanks for taking the time to pen it. And sorry to hear about the old man. Mine is in similar straights. Doc gave him some more time, if we can get him out of the hospital and moving.

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Post by Bo_9 » Thu Nov 05, 2020 7:36 am

It's a hard thing to be a part of Rench especially if all you can do is sit and watch. Just stay out of the dark places and do whatever you can.
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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by Rench » Mon Nov 09, 2020 2:32 pm

It was DOOM, but not doom...imagine doom as a comicon (which I've never been to, though want to check out), but like a flea market comicon. It was weird, and sad, and too much daylight. I feel like I've earned better doom dreams...

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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by red » Thu Nov 12, 2020 5:20 am

I'm standing on the side of what appears to be either a crash investigation scene pull-off, or perhaps some sort of rest stop. The roads are empty and it's absolutely silent other than the slight breeze. Beyond the empty highway are mountains, covered in beautiful autumn colors, and you can see a winding ribbon of perfect asphalt snaking its way back and forth up the mountains. I can feel a grin spread across my face. I hear a voice from my left, it's an Engineering contractor I work with frequently and he's asking me why a project manager we know doesn't like this place. I think to myself, how could someone not like this place? We chat for a bit, then the scene shifts to us riding in an old but beautifully restored truck into a little mountain town.

After chatting for a bit, I get geared up and walk over to my bike. I can't quite recall what type it is but I seem to recall it had a tall sissy bar style seat; so I guess it was either a chopper or a bosozoku style bike. The feeling of speed, then drops of rain hit my face. Why aren't I wearing gear (I guess it is a chopper :lol: )? I head towards home to gear up properly.
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Re: Ongoing Feature: Our MC-related dreams

Post by red » Thu Nov 12, 2020 11:42 am

Rench wrote:
Mon Nov 09, 2020 2:32 pm
It was DOOM, but not doom...imagine doom as a comicon (which I've never been to, though want to check out), but like a flea market comicon. It was weird, and sad, and too much daylight. I feel like I've earned better doom dreams...

-Rench
Still sounds better than the one I had where the X-Keys was being torn down as I pulled up!

Feb 2019:
"Last night, I had a dream that the X-Keys was closing. The hotel portion was already torn down and most of the restaurant was gone. Only a small portion remained, selling random t-shirts and things from the Motor Inn, like plates and etc. My wife and I were driving by when I noticed and I screamed, "STOP THE CAR!" and ran to the crumbling remains. I asked what happened and why it was being demolished, an older lady replied, "Sorry hun, that's just how it worked out.". Then she handed me some paper plates w/the Bombs n Bars logo and random wedding junk from a party."

Comicon is pretty cool, btw. Way outta my geeky league but still fun.
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1987 CBR600F Hurricane Sprawl Bike
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