Well DA
Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 1:31 am......how'd it go then? Weather were spiffin' ferrit wunt it?
Tum ti tum ti tum........
Tum ti tum ti tum........
I need pictures .....
Tum tee tumm tumm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 1:31 amRe: Well DA
Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 10:02 amWhattsapp him twice yesterday and still no reply....
I need pictures .....
Tum tee tumm tumm
I need pictures .....
Tum tee tumm tumm
Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:33 pmWi-fi crap - sort it Mundi
Re: Well DA
Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2017 8:33 pmKnackered.
Brilliant, brilliant long weekend built around a Trackday followed by three days
roaming around the sun-kissed island of Anglesey with nary a care int world.
Rode home via Betsy Coed – worst thing was a five minute wait due to resurfacing.
Brilliant playtime through the twisties for twenty minutes with a lad who could really drive.
Got home and fitted db killers to the flying machine 'cos it's abart 110 db's (no noise tests at Anglesey!).
Might do Oulton TD Wensdi (watchint weather).
Had me tea – watched Mow-Oh GP – gewint bed.
Knackered.
Brilliant, brilliant long weekend built around a Trackday followed by three days
roaming around the sun-kissed island of Anglesey with nary a care int world.
Rode home via Betsy Coed – worst thing was a five minute wait due to resurfacing.
Brilliant playtime through the twisties for twenty minutes with a lad who could really drive.
Got home and fitted db killers to the flying machine 'cos it's abart 110 db's (no noise tests at Anglesey!).
Might do Oulton TD Wensdi (watchint weather).
Had me tea – watched Mow-Oh GP – gewint bed.
Knackered.
Re: Well DA
Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 8:48 pmOldbull wrote:Whattsapp him twice yesterday and still no reply....
Sorry pal,,,
...Ignored "renew subscription" stuff frum wotsapp so not got it any more...
Did Oulton yisterdi..
...Bike's a fookin' monster...
Re: Well DA
Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:10 pmCrackin' pic matey......soon be gerrin ya knee darn! 
Re: Well DA
Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:32 pmNice one Eric 
Mr Wileman wants to get his camera sensor cleaned
Mr Wileman wants to get his camera sensor cleaned
Re: Well DA
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 8:25 amT.Murphy wrote:...soon be gerrin ya knee darn!
...Rarely 'appens these days - less lean angle, more gas...
......Thissis worrappens when yer get a bit giddy...
Re: Well DA
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 7:31 pmLooking good ont Yam pal.. Bet its afookin missile
Just uninstall and reinstall whatsapp pal or just go thru the motions without a card... Tis only 50p if you actually pay..... Cant manage without whatsapp
Just uninstall and reinstall whatsapp pal or just go thru the motions without a card... Tis only 50p if you actually pay..... Cant manage without whatsapp
Re: Well DA
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 9:58 pmYer dead right OB good old whatsapp a bargain at 50p aand great for educational videos...I'll send yer some 
Re: Well DA
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 11:34 pmAlmost all the tinkering is done.
For the past couple of weeks I'd been spending time fitting new parts to the bike: Velocity stacks and a BMC air filter; removed the AIS
and fitted blanking plates (so the Dyno readings aren't flawed, according to the cognoscenti); removed the catalytic converter and fitted
link pipes. I'd changed the oil and filter and, just to round it all off, as it were, I'd fitted a power commander - all on my little own and
without any expensive losses or breakages - and without setting fire to anything, much to my surprise.
The scheduled, day-long Dyno setup extended unexpectedly to three days due to a software malfunction in the PC3 that I'd acquired from
the Bay of Evil. A quick trip to Garstang where specialist upgrade software was available saw the problem quickly resolved, but then the
dyno revealed a non-functioning Exup valve where a yet to be discovered previous repair had failed. More time and effort was spent with
heat, drills, curses and cables until this, the final hurdle, was overcome.
As I said, almost all the tinkering is done, although the 4C8 rear shock still lurked, brooding in its bag under the stairs, plotting for the future
as I made my way towards the Ty Croes Circuit in Anglesey. One by one, the tiny little butterflies in my belly were turning into Golden Eagles.
The weather forecasters had got it wrong again. They'd predicted good weather - but it wasn't "good", it was brilliant as I made the two-and-a-bit
hours trip to our digs in Aberfrraw - "our" digs because the love of my life and I were celebrating our 28th wedding anniversary with a long, lazy
romantic weekend away together. She'd spotted that “our day” coincided with the Anglesey trackday and thought it would be a hoot if I took the
Yamaha while she drove down in the car, then we could spend the next few days gettin' "luvved-up" on the island. Life is full of difficult decisions
I know, but I saw the wisdom in her suggestion and, after a little more discussion I agreed to her request and she accepted my surrender in typically
good grace. Can't win them all, can we?
The ride down to Aberfrraw gave me time to think about my continuing efforts to adapt to the bike - to "get comfortable" on it around a circuit.
It wasn't about the power; it wasn't about the brakes or the handling it was about my obvious lack of talent. I was the limiting factor, I knew that,
but - I had a cunning plan. As part of my Continuous Programme of Development I'd skimmed through a few videos to see if I could find some
information that would help me to become a more competent trackday rider.
One piece of advice had struck a chord with me: if you want to learn how to go faster, you have to ride more slowly (say, seventy-five per cent of your
best pace), so that you have the time to understand and to analyse your riding and how your input affects the bike. I'd already spent a week or so
putting that advice into practice on the road and the two-hour journey to Anglesey would be my final run before my self-examination "under pressure".
Translated into statutory road speeds, seventy-five per cent of your best road pace may not seem like much fun, even if you're a rank amateur such as
myself when it comes to riding on a racetrack - but for me it's not all about speed - it's about learning what happens when I don't do what I normally do.
For example, that little, almost automatic touch on the front brake when I'm approaching a roundabout that’s obviously clear for progress; I find myself
doing the same thing on the racetrack when I'm running through a fast corner. What if I didn't touch that brake? How do I prevent it from happening?
How do I improve my bike control and my self-control?
In quite a few places it’s possible to approach a roundabout safely and legally at sixty mph - and that offers plenty of learning opportunities. Let's just
say that I had a fun-filled, relaxed and profitable ride down to Anglesey in the beautiful, summer-like sunshine on my beautiful, beautiful Yamaha. It
was the most relaxed ride I'd had for weeks - and therein lies the lesson that sent me home, grinning like an idiot, on the following Monday morning.
On Friday morning though, I rolled back into pit lane feeling, not disappointed, but puzzled and more than a little frustrated. The bike was a monster, a
hugely powerful monster, all smooth and relentless, exciting, energising acceleration. Unfortunately, I was a mere addition to the package - not quite a
passenger hanging on for dear life - but I was by no means the master of my domain. I was in control - but only to a degree that was uncertain and inconsistent.
During the morning I out-braked myself three times - twice at the Rocket, the hard left over a blind crest and once at the Bus Stop, the left-hander leading
onto the finishing straight. I was greedy for speed but I wasn't ready, I wasn't good enough and I didn't know enough to be able to deal with it.
I hadn't learned the lesson.
After the third morning session, I was at a loss. Don't get me wrong - I was doing well compared to my previous experiences at Anglesey and, in terms of my
personal performance I was rattling the laps off surprisingly quickly - but it wasn't "right". I kept hearing the voice in my head saying, "this isn't right - it should be
better!" but I didn't know why - or how to change what I was doing. There was one session to go before lunch - but then there was a crash that left oil on the track
and it was obvious there was going to be a delay, so I decided to go for fuel. "Turn left out of the circuit", that's what he'd said at the briefing, so I did.
Forty-five minutes later I was back at the track after bimbling the whole, tortuous way back to Llangefni behind an old gentleman on his unhurried way to nowhere
on a lovely summer's day. “Why rush?” he seemed to be saying. “Why not relax and enjoy the journey? Take your time - and give yourself time - you'll see that I’m
right in the end!” Self-absorbed I'd followed him, ignoring opportunities to overtake; declining to make progress despite unlimited forward vision; I sat there thinking,
thinking, thinking while the bike steered itself intelligently along the causeway, unfettered by my interfering input, settled, sure-footed; doing what it was designed to do.
"CLICK!"
Somewhere along that journey, it happened. I relaxed. I stopped trying. I stopped "over-riding" the bike. I learned to trust the bike and I learned to listen to the bike.
I began to learn how to learn from the bike. Somewhere on that long, slow journey, I improved as a trackday rider and I stopped creating the same old problems that
I'd been creating for myself for what seemed to be an age. I had a new starting point and the next session proved to me that, finally and quite literally, I was on the
right track to improvement. Why the hell did it take so long?
The only way I can put it is by saying I "stopped fighting the bike". Instead of trying to hold my position (hard throttle application slid me to the back of the bike and
released the "wheelie monster") I relaxed and let things happen "naturally" and the benefits were immediate. Allowing the bike to dictate my position meant we were
working more in harmony and I soon began to find myself in different parts of the racetrack, but locked-in to the bike by the bike.
I wasn’t trying any harder – but I was smoother, faster and safer than before and feeling more in control of everything that was happening between me and my new partner
– and what a great feeling that was! I knew I'd improved - and I knew why and how I'd improved. The rest of the day – and of our stay – flew by and we had a great time, all
three of us! As I rode home through Welsh hills and valleys, I tested and re-tested my new-found skills - and Oulton Park began to call, call, call me to its bosom...
... but that’s another story!
For the past couple of weeks I'd been spending time fitting new parts to the bike: Velocity stacks and a BMC air filter; removed the AIS
and fitted blanking plates (so the Dyno readings aren't flawed, according to the cognoscenti); removed the catalytic converter and fitted
link pipes. I'd changed the oil and filter and, just to round it all off, as it were, I'd fitted a power commander - all on my little own and
without any expensive losses or breakages - and without setting fire to anything, much to my surprise.
The scheduled, day-long Dyno setup extended unexpectedly to three days due to a software malfunction in the PC3 that I'd acquired from
the Bay of Evil. A quick trip to Garstang where specialist upgrade software was available saw the problem quickly resolved, but then the
dyno revealed a non-functioning Exup valve where a yet to be discovered previous repair had failed. More time and effort was spent with
heat, drills, curses and cables until this, the final hurdle, was overcome.
As I said, almost all the tinkering is done, although the 4C8 rear shock still lurked, brooding in its bag under the stairs, plotting for the future
as I made my way towards the Ty Croes Circuit in Anglesey. One by one, the tiny little butterflies in my belly were turning into Golden Eagles.
The weather forecasters had got it wrong again. They'd predicted good weather - but it wasn't "good", it was brilliant as I made the two-and-a-bit
hours trip to our digs in Aberfrraw - "our" digs because the love of my life and I were celebrating our 28th wedding anniversary with a long, lazy
romantic weekend away together. She'd spotted that “our day” coincided with the Anglesey trackday and thought it would be a hoot if I took the
Yamaha while she drove down in the car, then we could spend the next few days gettin' "luvved-up" on the island. Life is full of difficult decisions
I know, but I saw the wisdom in her suggestion and, after a little more discussion I agreed to her request and she accepted my surrender in typically
good grace. Can't win them all, can we?
The ride down to Aberfrraw gave me time to think about my continuing efforts to adapt to the bike - to "get comfortable" on it around a circuit.
It wasn't about the power; it wasn't about the brakes or the handling it was about my obvious lack of talent. I was the limiting factor, I knew that,
but - I had a cunning plan. As part of my Continuous Programme of Development I'd skimmed through a few videos to see if I could find some
information that would help me to become a more competent trackday rider.
One piece of advice had struck a chord with me: if you want to learn how to go faster, you have to ride more slowly (say, seventy-five per cent of your
best pace), so that you have the time to understand and to analyse your riding and how your input affects the bike. I'd already spent a week or so
putting that advice into practice on the road and the two-hour journey to Anglesey would be my final run before my self-examination "under pressure".
Translated into statutory road speeds, seventy-five per cent of your best road pace may not seem like much fun, even if you're a rank amateur such as
myself when it comes to riding on a racetrack - but for me it's not all about speed - it's about learning what happens when I don't do what I normally do.
For example, that little, almost automatic touch on the front brake when I'm approaching a roundabout that’s obviously clear for progress; I find myself
doing the same thing on the racetrack when I'm running through a fast corner. What if I didn't touch that brake? How do I prevent it from happening?
How do I improve my bike control and my self-control?
In quite a few places it’s possible to approach a roundabout safely and legally at sixty mph - and that offers plenty of learning opportunities. Let's just
say that I had a fun-filled, relaxed and profitable ride down to Anglesey in the beautiful, summer-like sunshine on my beautiful, beautiful Yamaha. It
was the most relaxed ride I'd had for weeks - and therein lies the lesson that sent me home, grinning like an idiot, on the following Monday morning.
On Friday morning though, I rolled back into pit lane feeling, not disappointed, but puzzled and more than a little frustrated. The bike was a monster, a
hugely powerful monster, all smooth and relentless, exciting, energising acceleration. Unfortunately, I was a mere addition to the package - not quite a
passenger hanging on for dear life - but I was by no means the master of my domain. I was in control - but only to a degree that was uncertain and inconsistent.
During the morning I out-braked myself three times - twice at the Rocket, the hard left over a blind crest and once at the Bus Stop, the left-hander leading
onto the finishing straight. I was greedy for speed but I wasn't ready, I wasn't good enough and I didn't know enough to be able to deal with it.
I hadn't learned the lesson.
After the third morning session, I was at a loss. Don't get me wrong - I was doing well compared to my previous experiences at Anglesey and, in terms of my
personal performance I was rattling the laps off surprisingly quickly - but it wasn't "right". I kept hearing the voice in my head saying, "this isn't right - it should be
better!" but I didn't know why - or how to change what I was doing. There was one session to go before lunch - but then there was a crash that left oil on the track
and it was obvious there was going to be a delay, so I decided to go for fuel. "Turn left out of the circuit", that's what he'd said at the briefing, so I did.
Forty-five minutes later I was back at the track after bimbling the whole, tortuous way back to Llangefni behind an old gentleman on his unhurried way to nowhere
on a lovely summer's day. “Why rush?” he seemed to be saying. “Why not relax and enjoy the journey? Take your time - and give yourself time - you'll see that I’m
right in the end!” Self-absorbed I'd followed him, ignoring opportunities to overtake; declining to make progress despite unlimited forward vision; I sat there thinking,
thinking, thinking while the bike steered itself intelligently along the causeway, unfettered by my interfering input, settled, sure-footed; doing what it was designed to do.
"CLICK!"
Somewhere along that journey, it happened. I relaxed. I stopped trying. I stopped "over-riding" the bike. I learned to trust the bike and I learned to listen to the bike.
I began to learn how to learn from the bike. Somewhere on that long, slow journey, I improved as a trackday rider and I stopped creating the same old problems that
I'd been creating for myself for what seemed to be an age. I had a new starting point and the next session proved to me that, finally and quite literally, I was on the
right track to improvement. Why the hell did it take so long?
The only way I can put it is by saying I "stopped fighting the bike". Instead of trying to hold my position (hard throttle application slid me to the back of the bike and
released the "wheelie monster") I relaxed and let things happen "naturally" and the benefits were immediate. Allowing the bike to dictate my position meant we were
working more in harmony and I soon began to find myself in different parts of the racetrack, but locked-in to the bike by the bike.
I wasn’t trying any harder – but I was smoother, faster and safer than before and feeling more in control of everything that was happening between me and my new partner
– and what a great feeling that was! I knew I'd improved - and I knew why and how I'd improved. The rest of the day – and of our stay – flew by and we had a great time, all
three of us! As I rode home through Welsh hills and valleys, I tested and re-tested my new-found skills - and Oulton Park began to call, call, call me to its bosom...
... but that’s another story!
Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 2:14 pmYes, yes, but did you get a shag? 
Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 2:15 pmBrilliant DA. Really enjoyed, thanks for making time and sharing that . 
(Might even read it again later, its that good. )
(Might even read it again later, its that good.
)Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:06 pmT.Murphy wrote:Yes, yes, but did you get a shag?
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Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:15 pmYou've just got to be impressed. "So Mr Angel, now you've retired, what are your plans? Allotment maybe? Spot of fishing to while away your endless spare time? Naaaaa fook off, I'm buying a litre superbike and some shiny new leathers and then spend my time hooning around the nations race tracks. Oh and I'm going to make my already stupidly fast bike even faster. 
big up yaself, complete legend, proper inspiration to us all.
big up yaself, complete legend, proper inspiration to us all.Re: Well DA
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 11:05 pmOh FFS gerrouta DA's arse
Re: Well DA
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 7:25 ambluegas wrote:You've just got to be impressed...
Thank you for your sentiments, my dear gentleman; you are too kind sir.
jono49 wrote:Oh FFS gerrouta DA's arse
...And you, Jono, are a kunt...
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Re: Well DA
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 8:04 am You forgot something!!!!!!!!!!!!!Re: Well DA
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 10:14 am...Oh - apologies, pal...
...Status acknowledgement failure...
...Status acknowledgement failure...
Re: Well DA
Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:16 pmbluegas wrote:You've just got to be impressed. "So Mr Angel, now you've retired, what are your plans? I'm buying a litre superbike and some shiny new leathers and then spend my time hooning around the nations race tracks. Oh and I'm going to make my already stupidly fast bike even faster.
It's worse than that
He's spent all that money and made his bike faster than he is
Love the tale of the adventures though
Re: Well DA
Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:57 pmCoggy wrote:He's spent all that money and made his bike faster than he is
...Positive as ever, eh...?
...You completed your "Have Bike Will Travel" Project yet...?
...Don't get giddy, Lad... Looks fast to me, does that!
Re: Well DA
Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 1:12 pmDark Angel wrote:Coggy wrote:He's spent all that money and made his bike faster than he is
...Positive as ever, eh...?
...You completed your "Have Bike Will Travel" Project yet...?
...Don't get giddy, Lad... Looks fast to me, does that!
Looks like me taking the paperwork home to do at night
Re: Well DA
Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 7:39 pmMebbe time fer a brekk int Borders, lad...!
...Come o-o-o-on...!!
...Come o-o-o-on...!!