11-29-2016, 09:00 PM
My motorcycle training 45 or so years ago was, by modern standards, a catastrophe. Having learned the rudiments of riding on a trail bike on a farm—and I mean rudiments: changing gear, staying upright, basic braking—I went to the transport authority, paid AU$1 and was allowed to ride a street bike (my trusty CB175) on the street. As far as I can recall, the only limitation was that I was not allowed to carry a pillion passenger for at least a couple of years.
That was it.
I learned a bit by experience and managed to stay upright until some clown turned in front of me and took me down. I wasn't covering my brakes because I'd never been taught.
I do now. I've learned it in the past few years and was surprised recently that I felt uncomfortable when I wasn't doing it even though I was in the middle of nowhere with nothing in sight. Mr Ienatsch's thesis that the least possible time from seeing danger to getting pad on rotor has to be a benefit seems inescapably sensible to me.
Good piece, Ulvetanna. Thanks for posting.
Almost crashing IS OK.
That was it.
I learned a bit by experience and managed to stay upright until some clown turned in front of me and took me down. I wasn't covering my brakes because I'd never been taught.
I do now. I've learned it in the past few years and was surprised recently that I felt uncomfortable when I wasn't doing it even though I was in the middle of nowhere with nothing in sight. Mr Ienatsch's thesis that the least possible time from seeing danger to getting pad on rotor has to be a benefit seems inescapably sensible to me.
Good piece, Ulvetanna. Thanks for posting.
Almost crashing IS OK.