The Harlot's Prerogative
May 18, 2015
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"Power without responsibleness - the prerogative of the harlot through the ages."
-Rudyard Kipling
The offset race of the solar daytime is D-Superbike, together with I honor myself inwards something of a quandary. The FZR is eligible, it is faster than the EX, but I bring almost nix experience on it. Part of me wants to race it, purpose of me knows I should commons it. That's the work amongst a Succubus, i time you lot larn a taste, you lot are hooked, your mortal forever tainted. The forgiving together with reliable nature of the EX is shortly forgotten afterwards sampling the demonspeed FZR. I experience similar a married mid-life crisis having an matter amongst a well-worn twenty-something stripper called Sierra. And given the lead chances to escape suburban cul-de-sac hell for pasties together with a g-string...well you lot tin john run across where this is going.
My silvery EX is suspiciously absent from the DSB grid, inwards its house the light-green she-beast. What the hell, let's race! The wheel launches reasonably good together with I honor myself somewhere inwards the piece of work past times 5 inwards plow one. I am able to outpower many of the other bikes, which helps to brand upwards for me existence tedious inwards the corners. The noesis that I would likely live on turning improve lap times on the EX is incentive to ride this better. How embarrassing it would live on to honor I was slower on a faster bike! I fighting merely about the runway for well-nigh 5 laps, over-revving here, under-revving at that spot together with by together with large making a actually bad demo of it. My encephalon is together with hence wired for the twin-cylinder EX, it struggles amongst the seemingly exotic iv cylinder FZR. I know I am slow, I know it is my error together with I am at a loss to come upwards up amongst a excogitation halfway through the race to improve.
On the 5th lap things larn tits upwards every bit I larn inwards the downhill right/left/right ready of turns they telephone telephone the "Mini-Corkscrew", (after the plow at Laguna Seca Raceway). Following my normal downshifts the motor abruptly shuts off. I whip the clutch inwards assuming the motor is blown, but allow it dorsum out i time to run across if it volition re-fire. The motor spins but does non light. I coast downwardly the loma together with off the track, my race done. Son of a bitch.
Forgiving together with reliable may live on a chip hum-drum, but at to the lowest degree it finishes races.
-Rudyard Kipling
The offset race of the solar daytime is D-Superbike, together with I honor myself inwards something of a quandary. The FZR is eligible, it is faster than the EX, but I bring almost nix experience on it. Part of me wants to race it, purpose of me knows I should commons it. That's the work amongst a Succubus, i time you lot larn a taste, you lot are hooked, your mortal forever tainted. The forgiving together with reliable nature of the EX is shortly forgotten afterwards sampling the demonspeed FZR. I experience similar a married mid-life crisis having an matter amongst a well-worn twenty-something stripper called Sierra. And given the lead chances to escape suburban cul-de-sac hell for pasties together with a g-string...well you lot tin john run across where this is going.
My silvery EX is suspiciously absent from the DSB grid, inwards its house the light-green she-beast. What the hell, let's race! The wheel launches reasonably good together with I honor myself somewhere inwards the piece of work past times 5 inwards plow one. I am able to outpower many of the other bikes, which helps to brand upwards for me existence tedious inwards the corners. The noesis that I would likely live on turning improve lap times on the EX is incentive to ride this better. How embarrassing it would live on to honor I was slower on a faster bike! I fighting merely about the runway for well-nigh 5 laps, over-revving here, under-revving at that spot together with by together with large making a actually bad demo of it. My encephalon is together with hence wired for the twin-cylinder EX, it struggles amongst the seemingly exotic iv cylinder FZR. I know I am slow, I know it is my error together with I am at a loss to come upwards up amongst a excogitation halfway through the race to improve.
On the 5th lap things larn tits upwards every bit I larn inwards the downhill right/left/right ready of turns they telephone telephone the "Mini-Corkscrew", (after the plow at Laguna Seca Raceway). Following my normal downshifts the motor abruptly shuts off. I whip the clutch inwards assuming the motor is blown, but allow it dorsum out i time to run across if it volition re-fire. The motor spins but does non light. I coast downwardly the loma together with off the track, my race done. Son of a bitch.
Forgiving together with reliable may live on a chip hum-drum, but at to the lowest degree it finishes races.