"Just trying to survive"

"bob and john" (bobandjohn)
10/17/2019 at 12:52 • Filed to: None

The sun beamed down on the island. A soft breeze wafted between the trees, rustling the leaves in the British countryside. A robin darted out from the foi l age, breaking cover to search for food.

“F unny... ” thought John as he made his way past the bird. “Me and him are just trying to survive ”. He held his head down as he worked his way past the bush, looking forward towards his goal. His arms and legs were feeling the strain of his progress, the sweat beading on his brow. “Can’t let up now, not so close to the finish”. He pressed on, eager to get to his goal.

The path which he took was normally well traveled, but it lay abandoned be fore him now. It seemed wider when he had come here the day before. Now, the tree and shrubs lining his travels seemed to reach out to grab him. The sun beat down on him as he passed below the trees.

John shifted his posture and pressed down with his left boot. He felt a slight hesitation, and heard a loud bang from behind him. The dash on his Daytona changed, gear indicator now showing he was in 4 th, and the thin red needle of the tach, previously hovering near the redline, dropped, eager to make its way to the top of the RPM range once more .

The road leading up to the mountian on the course was starting to straighten up. The climb was approaching. Adjusting his wrist on the throttle, John let the howling triple dig, letting the numbers on the digital cluster before him climb.

180 kilometers. 190. As the bike crested 200, a blue light lit up on the dash, letting John know that his shift point was coming up.

He thought back to the chain of events that brough him here. A former track racer and canyon junkie, he took a job working for a dealer, and when they offered him a chance to travel to Europe to watch the Isle of man, he took the opportunity and travelled over. What he wasnt expecting was to be handed the keys to a track ready Daytona and told to go and have fun on the mountian course. He was used to bombing through canyons back in North Carolina, but nothing close to the speeds he was achieving now.

The blue started to flash. John pressed down on the lever again, the speedometer reading 225km/h. there was a slight hesitation as the bike cut spark for the gear change, accompanied by a loud bang emiting from the exhaust. A hot blue flame of ignited fuel spat out, beofre the bike resumed its charge up the hill.

John grinned behind his helmet. “Just trying to live ”

DISCUSSION (8)

UnderSTeerEnthusiast - Triumph Fanboy > bob and john
10/17/2019 at 12:58

Oof. I can only imagine what this would be like.

RallyWrench > bob and john
10/17/2019 at 13:25

This is wonderful. Ol’ John there lives more with each upshift on that mountain than most people do in a lifetime.

Future next gen S2000 owner > bob and john
10/17/2019 at 13:28

Track day on the 27th! New clutch and brake lever installed. Oil change done. Brakes are good, tires fair. Just need to drain the radiator an put water in it.

I’m excited!!!

bob and john > RallyWrench
10/17/2019 at 13:54

there is something about having a good run through a fun road with decent music that...you cant describe.

nermal > bob and john
10/17/2019 at 18:09

I’m finishing up getting my RSV4 sorted & will be heading South for some testing this weekend. Just need to install new tires & flush brake fluid.

Then I get to try to sell the SV650 & not go crazy over the winter . Fun stuff!

bob and john > nermal
10/17/2019 at 18:33

yay!

I wish i could do stuff over the winter...I just lost my job so no funsies for a while for me :(

CRider > bob and john
10/17/2019 at 23:10

Yup, redlining a Daytona past 200 km/h is definitely something John would do.

bob and john > CRider
10/18/2019 at 01:19

BBRRRAAAAAPPPPPP